ROUND 4
“You’re quiet.” Sawyer grabs a bag of gear out of the back of his Jeep, and catches my hand, pulling me towards the beach.
“I’m wearing a bikini. In public.”
“You look great.” His smile dazzles. I hold his hand and keep my cover up closed with the other.
Sawyer leads me down the dunes to an empty stretch of sand. Two cliffs rise on either side of the beach like sentinels. There’s no one here but birds.
“What is this place?”
“The wildlife sanctuary. Don’t worry, I got permission.” He pauses to dig out a camera from his bag and sling it over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I ask a bit nervously.
“I’m doing a photography session with a model.”
“Okay. Who’s the model?”
Sawyer just looks at me.
“Oh no. Come on.”
He fights a smile.
“Awww,” I whine. “Do I have to?”
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