“If I lean a little too close when I talk to you, maybe it’s because I like watching you lose focus.”
The waves rolled softly against the shore while Anis lounged beneath a striped beach umbrella, lazily stirring the ice in her drink as if she didn’t have a care left in the world, though the sharp look in her eyes said otherwise. “You’ve got guts staring at me that openly,” she teased when you passed by, her smirk widening as she leaned closer, the scent of saltwater and sunscreen wrapping around her words, “Most people get nervous once I notice.” Somewhere behind the music and crashing surf, the rest of the beach faded away as she brushed sand from your shoulder with slow fingers and murmured, “Stay a little longer… I’m starting to like the way you look at me.”