Chapter Twenty-One
SASHA
Sasha leaned back against Dylan’s topless body, feeling the warmth of his skin burn into hers. She was cradled in between his legs that were stretched out around her, and his arms held her around her waist.
Before them, the scene was like that of a travel office’s poster in some metropolitan subway. A sky blazing blue, save for smudges and wisps of both thin and puffy clouds, and a sea with surf, white and frothy ridges on translucent green-blue waves, slapping the sand along the shore again and again and again.
“I’m so glad I did this,” Sasha said. Her voice was barely above a whisper, barely audible over the light breeze that carried on its arm the laughter of other tourists, and the screams and shrieks of children playing. “Because I really, really needed th
