…. well, I dare you.
Straight shoulder length chestnut brown hair, tousled and windblown about his head and shoulders by a light ocean breeze, made it difficult to get a clear view of Evan’s face and though dusk was fast approaching, she didn’t need a clear view to know he was dead serious in spite of the playful tone in his voice.
Celine laughed; toes gripping the sand, she turned, spinning ’round like Lita Ford’s little sister and smiling the smile of 10 million suns replied, oh you do, do you?
Like a dangling participle, the end of their relationship was imminent, each knowing the tense would soon change however, this day, they indulged in the spontaneity of a moment, embracing and escaping into the comfort they’d felt with each other from the first time they met.
I’ll have you know, Celine’s voice authoritative, seductive, I’ve sunbathed for years without one, so your little dare.. not so much.
Grinning widely, she reached for the hem of her camisole, lifting it up and over her head as they walked the beach side by side, their sun slipping slowly ‘neath the horizon.