THIRD PERSON’S POV
The prickling heat of the sun beat down their necks as the water sloshed around in perfect froths. And as the surf crashed with soothing melody, the warm March wind pressed against the tide, tugging and pulling on flowy dresses and huge umbrellas.
It was already two in the afternoon when the rest of the people decided that the gritty sand and rough waters wasn’t worth the sunburn they were gonna get before this day even ends. Luckily for Warren — or rather, unfortunately — Alastair wanted to stay. And as he is a huge dipsh*t whose biggest desire was to prove to Alastair that he isn’t as he seems, he stayed too, even though his five hundred grand worth of sunscreen wasn’t obviously gonna have his back for him.
Literally.
“Hey, Alastair,” he called out to her reluctant
