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We walk over to the shore of the beach and scan the crowded area ahead. Filled with warm sunlight, children laughing, adults slathering on sunscreen and the smell of sea salt stronger than ever.
"Driving a car is hella fun", I turn to Damon beside me, still not over the joyful fact of how I successfully drove my mum's car to get to this beach.
"It is", he agrees, looking ahead over the far waves in the sea, "Only you can make it even more fun."
"How?"
"Mm, maybe by actually using the turn signals sometimes could help?"
Rolling my eyes, I push him away to the side so he almost trips over laughing.
After setting my bag onto the sand, I get up to see Damon pull his shirt off. Revealing his fit body that no human would believe to be on a young eighteen-year-old like him.
Expect I'm not the only who notices him.
The both of us hear a catcall type of whistle from a good distance away somewhere on this beach but aimed for him, obviously.
"Sorry about that", he laughs and then stretches his arms, "Guess you're not the only girl who knows which guys to go for."
Anyone in need of a long lost King of Arrogance?
Instead of shooting back a usual cocky comeback, I smile and slowly start to undress. Stripping every piece of clothing off very slowly yet in the most naturally-seductive way. I finally drop the last of my clothes to the ground and stand in nothing by my swimsuit.
A pretty simple, black, one-piece swimsuit. Expect a little more daring.
My back completely open in a large oval from the top of my back to the almost upper part of my butt. Even the tiniest fraction of the side of my boobs peeked through.
Shaking my wavy hair out, I stretch my arms above my head to show off the best side of the curves I slowly learnt to embrace, before finally looking over at Damon with a cheeky smirk formed on my lips.
"Oh, sorry. What were you saying about 'knowing who to go for', sweetheart?"
He looked lost. Like a tiny lost puppy. Jaw clenched, eyes wide with surprise, a piercing stare over my body. Even his hands didn't know what do but have his fists clenched on both his sides.
Gosh, how I loved every second of this.
No matter how bad, insecure, ugly, or plain shitty I felt about not having the perfect 'slim' body, the way he looked at me made me feel worth more than any million dollar diamond in the world.
He made me feel priceless.
With the same attacking gaze in his eyes, he starts to walk all the way to where I stood.
Right when I see his hands reaching to hold me by my waist, I take a step back and barely brush my hands past his open arms as I confidently walk away to the water.
Leaving him to stand with a surprised yet impressed look on his face.
Mentally fist bumping to myself, I stop to face down at the turquoise blue water in front of my eyes and feet, fine sparkles from the sun glistening over the soft waves, and take two slow steps into it till my ankles.
"Holy shit, that's cold", I quickly pull back one of my feet and shiver, wrapping my arms around myself, "That is really, really, cold."
"Is that bad?", Damon's low voice is heard somewhere behind me.
Taking a deep breath, I shake my head, "No, it's fine. It's just... I'll need to take veryyyy slow steps to get fully used to it."
Okay
One slowwww step forward...
Good.
Now the second slowwwww step forward...
"Jo?"
"What?"
"Sorry in advance."
"The hell you mean 'sorry-"
In a turn of a change, he suddenly grabs me from behind by picking me up from under my back and my knees so I'm completely off the water, and runs forward with me in his arms.
No matter how much I protested for him to put me down, he quickly carried me forward to a further distance from the shore and suddenly stops to glance at me with his freakin' cheeky ass grin that could convince any kid he was satan in the flesh, and drops me down splashing into the ice water below, so I'm completely submerged until my butt touches the bottom of the sand.
With shivering chills running all over my body from the legs to my fingertips, I swim back up and pop out of the water, heavily gasp for the air I needed.
"Damon!", I run my wet hands over my eyes to see him practically dying from laughter as he stood a safe distance away from me, but the water only reached till his elbows so he wasn't at all shivering and soaked like me.
The tall bastard.
"You peanut-sized brain asshole! It's freezing cold!"
He soon attempts to calm down himself and slowly starts swimming over to me with a hand on his stomach from laughing so much.
"My god, I wish I could've taken a picture of the look on your face before I dropped you down", he continues to laugh, "It was like a mixture of 'wait what' and 'oh hell no' together. So worth it."
"Yeah, worth it for you."
"Aw, come on, I'm sorry, I'm sorry", he puts a hand on his chest as an apology, "But admit it, this was a much quicker way for you to get used to the water instead of taking those slow ass baby steps, right?"
Not wanting to get all moody about him dropping me like that, I stop glaring in his direction and instead realize the obvious.
So, I turn to the side to play with the water and ever so quietly ask him, "How did you even do it?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know...", I suddenly feel weird saying this, but do it anyway, "How could you even pick me up so easily when I'm pretty much the heaviest girl on this beach? I mean..."
At that, he doesn't listen longer to what I have to say about the few pounds of weight I've gained over the years and makes his way over to stand right in front of me.
I look up from the water at his striking eyes with the same confusion, and before I can open my mouth to say anything else, he leans down to suddenly pick me up from under my thighs and jolts me right up so my legs instantly wrap around his rock hard waist and my hands hold onto his broad shoulders for support.
Staring up into my eyes with the sexiest smirk on his beautiful face, he tightens his hold around my thighs and huskily asks me
"Like this?"
I find myself being trapped with no words, speechless, both by his confidence and the amazing strength of his arms. At the same time, I stupidly know how obviously flushed my cheeks must look right now, despite being thrown down under into the cold water a minute ago.
Judging by his expression, he seems to like my answer of shy silence and holds me closer so my chest pushes up against his. He lowers the both of us lower so the water reached the bottom of my back.
Damon flashes me another smirk, filled with lust, purposely glancing over to my mouth. He leans in to brush his lips against mine and I push myself against him, our tongues caressing in a slow dance. My hands dig deeper into his hair and switching over to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. Feeling all of him against me.
We pull back only to take a hard breath the both of us clumsily forgot to take, softly laugh, and with a thirsty look of never wanting to let his hands go off my body, he quickly pulls me in to press his lips against mine in no time once more.
It's amazing just how much effort in the time that we were together he took into showing me how it didn't matter if we were at school, secretly hiding away in his room, at some kind of fancy restaurant, or any place else to confidently show our mutual affection towards each other.
He made me feel absolutely incredible.
Happy.
In love.
So deeply in love, I only ever realized that the stomach-butterflies feelings I had for him wasn't a simple crush, and only admitted this to myself right now.
I loved Damon Dawson, and I didn't give a damn of what others had to say about it.
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It was only much later in the afternoon that people slowly started packing up their things and the crowd at the shore started decreasing.
We stayed at the beach for another two hours, tackling each other into the water, attempting to build a sandcastle a.k.a. a mini replica of a Starbucks coffee shop only with sand, repeatedly telling him to keep his hands off me for even a minute when 'the children could see us'. But it was mostly a day filled with lots of laughter, kissing, kissing, kissing, more kissing, then a little butt groping from when Damon still couldn't hold himself in, even more kissing and ending the time outside with an overall relaxed mood on the both of us.
Which I'm sure anyone can call a day spent well.
Being back into full-blown Birthday Princess mode again, I asked Damon to drive the car for me on the way back home, as I sat back in the passenger seat beside him and quietly sang along to some of the few songs I knew on the radio.
I had my wet tank top and shorts back on, as he did with his shirt, so the temptation of wanting to hungrily jump on top of him was not as strong as on the beach.
After ten minutes of silent driving to Adele, I casually feel Damon's gentle touch of his hand on my thigh, making me turn all my attention to see him holding onto the steering wheel with his other hand and looking straight ahead onto the road with a semi-focused expression.
"Did you enjoy your day at the beach?", he glances at me, a satisfied grin on both of our faces.
"I really enjoyed it", I turn around in my seat to face him and let him intertwine his fingers in mine for him to bring the back of my hand to his lips in a prince-like kiss while keeping his eyes on the road ahead like the much better driver he was than me.
"I'm glad to hear that", he shows off a lazy smile but it faintly fades in a turn away from me, "To be honest, I feel like shit for not saying this earlier to you, but..."
Curiosity takes over my mind, so I sit closer to his side, loosely holding onto his arm with waiting eyes.
"What? What did you want to say to me earlier?"
He slows down the car when we stop at a red light, takes a nervous deep breath, and turns to look at me with a glint in his eyes. Then takes his other hand off the steering wheel to suddenly cup the side of my face and presses his lips against mine in a lustful kiss.
The squeal I let out gets muffled by his lips. And just when I thought I was going to lose my breath, he pulls away, his thumb still caressing my cheek, and softly says,
"You looked really, really fucking sexy in that swimsuit and I can't believe I didn't tell you that before."
Staring back into his eyes in awe, he looks between my changing smile and groans with his head down into my neck, his breath against my skin tickling me with pleasure.
Lips brushing past my jaw, he still won't make eye contact, but growls in frustration, "But I can't even count how many times I wanted to punch those fucking thirteen-year-old dicks in the face."
"Damon, I think-"
"You saw them right? The ones sitting in a group next to our spot with those stupid snapbacks on? Thinking they can just stare at you with dirty eyes like they've never seen an ass before."
"I appreciate your feelings Mr. Bodyguard, but-"
"It's just... ah fuck", he laughs at the non-existent humor, kissing my forehead, "This is getting too dramatic, isn't it? I'm sorry. You're beautiful, baby. Really, really, beautiful. I have no fucking clue how I cope with keeping my hands to myself when retards like those kids piss me off like that. I'm sorry, Daniels. I don't even know why I'm rambling all this shit."
Finally, I sigh and point at the road.
"It's a green light."
He curses under his breath and quickly his hands pull away from me to grab onto the steering wheel, taking our car off the spot. If it wasn't for the traffic light, the temperature in this car would've hit the highest of the peak. And that was from how heated and flushed my body turned from his words alone.
"Sorry about that."
I found it hard to bring myself back to reality, but I manage to wave it off, "It's okay. You're too cute to say sorry, especially after calling me sexy like that. That was quite something I'll never forget. Like, ever."
"Yeah... right", his habit of turning away to face the other side if he felt nervous shows through, "You probably think I'm some stupid idiot in love who can't even drive now, don't you? And the cursing, too. Wow. I'm turning into one of those boyfriends who can't even talk about anything but their girlfriends in the most non-appropriate times", leaning on his elbow that's on the window frame, he runs his hand through his hair, when it sticks out in every way, making it actually believable that we went to the beach earlier, "Just wonderful."
In love?
The words echo in my mind.
In love?
In love as in, 'wow I love the eggplant emoji and how it's the perfect slang for a purple penis these days'
Or in love as in love?
No matter how many times I repeat the two words in my head to come up with any logical sense, neither works. I try not to show how strong his simple sentence meant to me, so I cutely laugh and lean to the side against his arm.
"No", I look up at him even when he's not and is oh-so-focused on the road, "You're not an idiot, in any way or shape or form. Maybe a little arrogant sometimes, but that can be fixed. Either way, thank you. I would have never in my life imagined that someone would ever think of me as 'sexy'. It's new."
"That's pure bullshit, Jo."
"Bullshit?", I laugh, "Why?"
"You can believe me on this 100% when I say that if only you knew what goes through my mind every goddamn time I simply look at you at school or home when you don't notice it - you'd think otherwise. Maybe get freaked out for a minute, but you'd think otherwise."
Oh.
Wow.
Okay.
This is some brand new 'crazy post-puberty hormones of a boy' information that not a single teacher taught me before.