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A few days later, Will lay with Merry on a woven straw beach mat. His hand rested on her left thigh, while her left foot rubbed against his. Their dip in the ocean had covered their skin with salt, which was now being baked in by the sun. He kept wiggling around trying to get the most comfortable position for his ass. But every time he shifted, he hit a stone or a seashell or God knew what. He stared up at the sky. Even though he wore sunglasses, it seemed too damn bright.
Beach vacations sucked.
But he refused to utter a word of complaint, because no doubt Merry was loving this. This was their first getaway together. Their first vacation. And the fact that Merry was at his side made up for all the discomfort.
He had no idea why people raved about this beach thing. But he'd lie here
