It felt like I took off my life problems when the dumb dress was detached from my body.
Yeah, detached.
The damn thing didn't come off quickly. It felt like a second skin and the sand in between made it even worse.
Well, Dylan decided it'd be great to get in the water, cold water if I might add and I didn't resist cause, duh, why not?
Anyways, we spent minutes in the water, splashing on each other with absolutely no idea where we would find fresh dry clothes after.
At the sad end, we went home in our wet sandy clothes.
My choice to wear something off shouldered and skimpy backfired. The cold air bit into my skin and at times, made me take breaks to shake it out. I had never been so cold and Dylan, the definition of a perfect gentleman, didn't offer to give me his jacket
