White sand was between my toes as I dangled my foot off the side of the sun lounger. A gentle tan covered my legs, torso, and other places that were hidden by my white bikini.
“God, you are beautiful, Jo.”
Chris Evans really did look good in a pair of swimming trunks. The cocktails he was carrying dripped with condensation, tracing water lines down his hands.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied, a coy smile slipped across my face. I could only hope that my sunglasses covered the mischief in my own eyes. He put the cocktails down as he sat beside me and began tracing a cold finger up my leg. As he reached my inner thigh, he stopped. With mischief in his own eyes, he stretched, flexing his muscles and giving me that boyish grin that is known around the world.
“Tease.”
He laughed gently. And then body slammed his elbow into my boob. Continue reading Downspiral – Day Dot