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arms over her chest. The air off the water felt colder and goose bumps were already rising across her shoulders. The swimsuit that seemed like adequate covering in the fluorescent store lights now felt minuscule under Isaac’s piercing gaze. The swimsuit was only technically a one piece because the two bikini pieces were connected by a mesh material covering her stomach but there were large cut out sections over her hips.
    She hoped he hadn’t noticed the embarrassing state she now found her nipples. She tried to move backward, slowly sliding further out of his reach. “Whatever is on sale at Ticketmaster?” She suggested.
    “Not good enough try again.” He replied.
    He hadn’t moved toward her again but she didn’t trust him not to try once more to extract retribution. “It takes like two hours to flat iron my hair.” She told him and she slowly slid back another step.
    “Oh, really?” he said taking a step in her direction. “It's very pretty.”
    “It takes forever to dry.” she reminded him.
    “Yeah, I’m sure that’s a pain in the butt.” he responded.
    “It really is.” she insisted. Suddenly he moved and his leg slipped over hers. She lost her balance and fell into the water. Her bottom struck the pebbled bottom of the beach before she got her feet underneath herself and surged back to the surface sputtering.
    “Dammit Isaac!” she gasped. He began to laugh and she angrily slapped at the water, sending the cascading droplets into his face. “It’s not funny! My hair is ruined.” she wailed.
    When continued to laugh she dived at him pushing at his shoulders attempting to make him lose his balance as well. “You are such an asshole!” She exclaimed as he fended off her attacks.
    “Oh, there’s the potty mouth we all know and adore!” he taunted.
    After a few more of her unsuccessful attempts to he finally called a truce. “Okay. Enough.” he called out as she pummeled his chest. When she didn’t stop he grabbed the tops of her arms.
    Angela stopped moving when she felt his body pressed close to hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath fan over her skin. Angela closed her eyes and fought the sudden tidal wave of arousal spreading throughout her body. His warm chest pressed against hers and everything in her body screamed to get closer to him. The two thin layers separating their bodies seemed to melt away. All she could feel was the heat of his flesh pressed against her.
    “Enough.” he said again his voice low and husky. The sound made her shiver against him.
    She imagined that voice in the dark of her bedroom and she swallowed before finally opened her eyes. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat. Isaac’s gaze on hers looked just as wanting as she felt right now. She licked her lips and his gazed dropped to her lips. His head moved a fraction of an inch toward hers. Angela had just a moment to wonder if he was about to kiss her when he shook his head and released her hands.
    “I like it better curly.” He told her softly. He took one of the curling strands of her hair between his fingers and tugged gently before letting go and taking a step back.
    A piercing whistle ripped through the air and they turned to see Marcella on the beach waving for them to come out.
    “It looks like we’re being summoned.” He remarked.
    “Yeah.” she agreed softly. She tried to tell herself that it was relief that caused the heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. It had nothing to do with the fact that, for just a moment, she forgot all the reasons why she shouldn’t want to feel his lips on hers.
    For years she’d tried to convince herself that the electric feeling between them when he’d kissed her at 15 was a figment of her imagination. When his lips hovered over hers just a moment ago she’d felt that same electric tingle throughout her body and they hadn’t even kissed.
    At the edge of the beach Marcella handed her a towel. “Grandma Lila is looking for you Isaac.”