s*x on the sand? Desmond’s naughty ideas made me nervous and excited at the same time.
“Wouldn’t our clothes get sandy?” I asked.
He looked at me questionably. “What clothes? Only our bare bodies shall touch the sand.”
Excitement surged through my body at the thought of being naked with him.
I bit my lip, looking at the campfire. “Sand would get everywhere. Can we at least do it on a blanket?”
“Yes, anything for you.”
The moment he answered, I gaped in utter stupefaction. A red carpet appeared close to the fire. How could something come into existence out of thin air?
“Oh my god. How did it get there?!”
Desmond grabbed my chin, making me face him, but I turned to the phantom carpet. It didn’t look like an illusion.
“Look at me.” He seized my face using more strength. “Only look
