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"So, Jordan told you about my type? Did he also mention that I was trying to be smart with him?" I ask, hiding my slight annoyance that he brings up something that Jordan's said at a time that I want to take my mind off of thinking about anything to do with Jordan right now.

"So, are you implying that you don't have said interest in people?" He raises his brow with a look that seems to suggest some disappointment. "Shall I cancel the beach idea, then?"

"Guys."

"Pardon?"

"It was my answer to my type in regards to guys, not people. I've never had any real interest in any girls so far. And, no, I wasn't implying that. I think that the beach sounds like a great idea."

"Does that mean I get two bonus points, then? For being a guy, and for being your type." He smirks.

"Yes, I'll award you the points, but be careful not to max out the limit. My game show doesn't operate like the rest," I say, returning a smirk of my own, but a more devious one at that. His eyes widen before narrowing slightly.

"And precisely what will happen if I should max out this limit you mention?" He asks, smirking, brow rising with seemingly keen interest.

"I've never had to think about it—nobody's ever done so before," I say, walking slowly towards him, sensing my chance to repay him for making me squirm with nervousness earlier. I push him up against the wall and get in close enough to rub my lips onto the rim of his ear as I speak. His palm presses against my chest, his breathing hampers, the tables have turned. "Perhaps I'll tie you to your bed, blindfold you..." My voice trails off as I leave him to simmer in the silence of his own imagination.

"And what shall you do to me, then?" He finally asks in a low voice.

"Perhaps I'll leave you there, helpless, while I find something else to do and bugger off for the day." I back off, turning away from him as I watch his smirk disappear. I almost feel bad, but I revel at toying with him as payback for all of his flirting.

"I hadn't figured you to be so unkind," he whines, playfully.

"I can think of several beaches that have that view, which one do you have in mind?" I ask as I take off my shoes and slip off my trousers. I look up to grab the shorts off the hanger, but Edmund already has them in his hands. Silently standing, his pale ice eyes affix themselves to the center of my thin, blue boxer-briefs. I shiver inside, suddenly feeling more exposed than I had realized that I would be.

"Baker Beach," he says as he hands me the shorts and I cough.

"Are we going for the view, or the view?" I ask, knowing the place well enough to know that the big rocks on the North side of the beach affords the best view of the bridge, but also of something else, entirely.

"What? Did you think a Brit like me would be so concerned about seeing nudity?" he asks as I finish the last button on the shorts.

"Well, if you're already aware of that part," I say as slip back into my shoes. I motion for the door. "Shall we?"

~ ~ ~

We stand on the high point of the rock formation at the North side of the beach, surrounded by tourists all around us doing the same thing as Edmund, trying to get a good snapshot of the bridge in the distance. Pelicans flying in echelon formations just overhead, soaring south, hugging the coastline, Edmund gets his shot of the bridge for Instagram as a spray of salty mist rises from a crashing wave beneath us.

"I'll post that later, so we can lower the risk of having some of my fans show up to interrupt our private time together," he says as we take a seat on the rock, facing the view of the bridge. His halos of pale ice pair well with the view of the Pacific ocean behind him. He smirks as he gazes at my lower half, his pair of shorts adorning my waist. "You look quite handsome wearing anything that I own, it seems."