Vivica’s POV
We drove to the beach while Adrian played some country music. I enjoyed the rhythm and instinctively started to vibe to it.I caught him staring at me a few times and I glared back—my silent way of telling him to keep his eyes on the road.
Minutes later, the air grew colder, and I knew we were close. He found the perfect spot to park before we climbed out.
“Don’t come out yet,” he said.
He ran around to my side and opened the door. “Your shoes, let me help you take them off.”
I turned my face away to hide a smile at the sweet gesture.
“Thank you,” I cooed when he was finished.
He took his own shoes off and untucked his shirt before we headed toward the water. My feet sank into fine sand, which seemed to drag me back as I ran toward the waves.
“Careful!” Adrian
