Justin swam around with Lucky, casually rubbing his back or his belly, but his eyes would still find their
way back to Misty. She just stood there, with the sea dancing around her, and her wet tangled hair slicked back. She looked like she belonged in a Sports Illustrated swimuit addition, he thought with a grin.
"What are you grinning about?" she asked annoyingly.
"Nothing," he said and then slipped under the water and swam towards her.
"Oh, God...where did he go," she asked warily.
"Lucky? Where did he...." She gasped and flinched when she felt him pinch her calves. "Justin!" She yelled when she tried to kick at him, but undewater he grabbed a hold of her legs and pulled them out from under her.
She let out a laugh, before her head sliced through the surface. When she resurfaced he was standing up
and running his fingers through his wet curls. With a grin on his face, he chuckled at her. "You look like a drowned rat." She looked beautiful.
"You're just evil," she snapped. "If only your fans would know how you really are."
"They'd love me even more," he said and then stepped towards her.
She backed away. "Justin, stop....don't..."
He reached out and grabbed her arm and yanked her
against his naked chest. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, as she stared up at him in shock. The feel of him against her half naked body, was just too much. Yet, she didn't want to let go. "Justin? What are you......"
"Look behind you," he said softly as he gazed in her eyes.
She gave him a weird look and then turned around to see a jellyfish floating inches away from her. She gasped and then turned around and clung to him like glue. "Woah," he said with a laugh when he placed his hand against the small of her back. "It's okay, I just didn't want you to get stung."
"I hate jellyfish," she said as she looked warily
back to see that it was at a safe distance and then relaxed against him. "Thanks."
"Sure," he said as he slowly let her go.
"Ow! Justin, stop!" she winced when she felt a prick on her ankle.
"Um...Mist?" She looked up at him. "That wasn't me? And Lucky left awhile ago."
Her eyes widened and then she quickly jumped up into his arms. "Woah...Misty," he said as he bent over and
wrapped an arm around his waist.
"What the hell was it then?" she asked as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"For someone who loves the sea, you can be a real
wimp."
She gasped at his words and slapped him on the arm. "Shutup, and carry me to shore."
"Carry you?" he asked as he tried to peel her arms and legs away. "You can swim like a big girl."
She clung to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her head was buried against the crook of his shoulder. Her legs were circled around his, as he stood there with his hands to his side, refusing to touch her. "Misty...let go."
She shook her head. "No."
He sighed in frustration as he began to walk to the shore, but still not touching her. "Come on, Mist...I
think it's safe to to come down."
"When I was little, I got caught in a swarm of jelly fish," she mumbled in his chest. "The fear is coming
back to me."
He paused and then look down at her. She looked up and gave him a pitiful, pleading look as she poked out
her bottom lip. "Fine," he finally said and then grabbed the back of her soft thighs, and yanked her up on his hips. "You happy now?"
"Once I get to shore I will be," she said as she
clung tightly to him.
He trudged through the surf, as he held on to Misty and then let out a sigh when he got to shore. "Okay,
down you go."
She didn't want to let go, but she loosened her legs around his waist and then took her time as she slowly
slid down his body. Justin avoided her eyes and bit his lip to keep from groaning at the feel of her soft body rubbing against his. "Justin?" he heard her say softly.
He looked down at her, trying to show no emotion on his face. "What?"
She reached up on her toes and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks," she said and then left him to return to her
blanket.
Justin stared at her in amazement as she walked away. 'Was she flirting with him?' he thought. It was almost
as if she was purpously trying to make him crazy. And
if that was the case, she was doing a hell of a job.
With a sigh, he looked at his watch at see it was
almost 3:30, and the growling of his stomach reminded him they haven't eaten lunch yet. He walked up to where she was laying on her back, enjoying the sun.
She pulled her sunglasses down and looked up at him. "You're in my sun."
"I'm starving," he said as he placed a hand on his flat belly. "Aren't you hungry?"
She propped herself up on her elbows. "Well, now
that I think about it, I'm famished."
"What do you want to do?"
She sat up all the way. "We can just go inside and make something."
"Sounds good to me," he said and then held out a hand for her.
She looked at it and hesitated before slipping her hand in his and pulling on him until she was standing.
"I make a killer tuna sandwhich," she said with a smile.
He softened his grip and without thinking began to stroke the back of her hand with his thumb. "Sounds
good," he said as gazed down at her. Two can play at this game, he thought with a grin.
The movement of his thumb, caused her insides to
dance and it sent chills up her body. "Uhh..." she stuttered as she tried to pull her hand away, but he held on ight. "Justin? What are you...."
"You have beautiful hands," he said as he looked down at her hand and began to caress it with his warm fingers.
"My...My hands?" she asked. That was the most
ridiculous pick up line she had ever heard. Beautiful hands? But then again, the way he was looking at her hands made her knees go weak.
"Yes, your hands," he said softly. "Have you ever noticed how beautiful a hand is? Just think about
what it's used for."
"Like...like what?"
He grinned at her. "Well...to hold a loved ones hand for comfort like this," he said as he linked their fingers together. "Or something like this," he said as he reached up and ran the back of his knuckles down her cheek. She closed her eyes as her heart began to burst with life. "Feels good?"
"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled and then reached up and placed her hand on top of his while he cupped the side of her
face. "I see what you mean."
Justin felt a slight tug at his heart, when she
started to rub her warm cheek against his hand. "Misty?" he finally said as he stepped closer to her.
"Yeah," she asked as her eyes fluttered open and
became totally aware of his closeness.
Justin's eyes scattered across her face, and paused at her lips. She licked her lips as if she was preparing them for his kiss. He looked up at her and then slowly ran his hand down her cheek until his hand fell to his side. He stepped back. "How bout that lunch?"