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guess I got caught up in the game and stopped paying attention. Are you okay? That looks like a pretty bad whelp developing on your forehead."
    Dang, that voice; it's so deep and raspy. Is that an accent? Southern maybe? Great, I'm still staring at him. I probably look like an idiot. What is wrong with me? Now would be a great time to speak, Kinzleigh. "Yes, I'm fine. Here is your ball back." I extend my arm, palm side up, supporting the ball.
    He takes the ball with one hand, pulling it against his hip. Wow, his hands are big and strong. He extends the other hand out, a wide smile spreading across the bottom half of his face, revealing straight white teeth. "Forgive my manners, I'm Breyson, and you are?"
    I look down at his hand, staring like he's grown an extra limb. I can't help but to look him over some more. First, I look down and notice his navy and orange, Ralph Lauren Polo swim trunks, covering a nice set of tanned, muscular legs. He must play some type of sport like soccer or football. His abs is defined, tightening each time he breathes. He has a V of muscle that disappears into the band of his shorts. His hips are narrow, widening into a pronounced chest, defined and smooth. My eyes won't stop wandering up his body. His arms are built, flexing before me, and I wonder how they would feel wrapped around me. His lips are perfect and pouty, barely open. His eyes are thickly lined with black lashes. His hair is the shade of dirty blonde, short mostly, but longer on the top, swooping across his forehead just slightly. It's shiny and thick, perfect for running my fingers through, grabbing a hold of, and holding on for dear life. Wow, in my entire seventeen years, I've never witnessed something so beautiful.
    Suddenly, he looks unsure of what to say and that's when I realize what's going on. I'm standing here as if it's my first encounter with a human, after being locked up in a room my entire life. Good job Kinzleigh, now he can not only think you're a stuck up brat, but ignorant and weird.
    Presley clears her throat, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going introduce yourself sometime today," she asks removing her shades looking up from lying on her towel. "Not that I mind the view from down here, but you're going to give California girls a bad rep." By the look on her face, she is pleased with the sight before her as well. She stands and glances over at me; a smile forming on her face, then looks back at him. "Please excuse my friend; she must have gotten hit a little too hard. I'm Presley." She knows I was staring; I'm never going to hear the end of this. She's always trying to set me up with people. She is never going to stop now. She closes in and elbows me in the ribs.
    I pull my sunshades up to rest on my head. Placing my hands on my hips, I try to clear my head. "Hi, I'm Kinzleigh. Sorry for being rude, you just caught me off guard." He's staring at me, with a smirk on his face, as if he's really amused by me. Awesome! From the cocky grin he knows I find him attractive.
    "Well Kinzleigh, it's nice to meet you. Would y'all like to play? You can be on my team. It's a guaranteed win," he says playfully, winking at me. His smile comes back full force and my stomach flutters like I've just started down a roller coaster.
    All of a sudden, I'm hot and I feel dizzy. Maybe I'm hungry, it's been a while since I've eaten and I never usually skip breakfast. That has to explain this weird feeling I'm getting. Where in the world is this guy from? I wonder if all guys from there look like this. "Y'all? Come again. You're not from around here are you?" Please say no, I really don't need this right now. I've got too much going for me to be interested in some boy.
    He just shrugs, bouncing the ball from hand to hand. "Nah, just visiting some family. So, you going to play or what?" 
    I've got to do something to make up for my weird behavior earlier. "Yeah okay, sure."
    The girls quickly jump in and volunteer to play, as