Chapter 42
"Wind in my hair, feet in the sand, my hand on your ass," Luke said, both of us laying on our stomachs on our towels on the beach. "You head will be in the sand if you don't move it." I mumbled, swatting Luke's hand off of my butt. "I hate you." He laughed. I turned my head to face him, giving him a small smile. "I love you too," I said, scrunching my nose up at him. I rolled over onto my back, sliding my sunglasses over my eyes and sighing. "Can we live here next year?" I asked, looking back over at him. He laughed as he squinted his eyes at me to avoid the harsh sun. "I wish. But if we find the stupid amount of money it takes to get out here, then I say we go," He said, getting me to shake my head. "Do you think we could pull it off?" I asked, glancing down at him then to the waves
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