#Chapter12 How romantic...

We walk down the beach in search of a comfortable spot to sit at, to shade us from the sizzling sun. We find a spot at the far side of the beach, away from the massive crowd of people.

"Who wants to join me for a swim?" Chase asks us as we lay our towels on the beach sand.

"I'll go," Peyton accepts.

"I'm okay. I'll join you guys later," I say as I peacefully and lay on my towel, not bothering to take off my shorts and shirt.

"I'll stay as well," Tristan speaks up. I finally take time to notice how his shirt clings to...