A soft sigh escaped her pale lips as she stared back towards the shore. Strawberry blond shoulder length hair fell in damp strands to cover most of her grey eyes. Her thin legs were pulled against her chest as her chin rest upon her knees.
"Surprise... Once again your Prince Charming has failed to show." Came a voice from behind her. She didn't show any sign that she heard him; though he knew she did. "I don't understand you at times, Sara.." He said running a hand through his hair and looking around.
They were about a mile or two away from mainland, on a small secluded island. It was quite a swim to reach but oh so worth it. From here they could no longer hear the sounds of the beach.. The rambunctious children, the partying teens, none of it. All that was heard was the sound of water hit land and seagulls overhead.
He glanced down at her and felt his heart tug. He hated to see her like this... He moved closer to her and sat down, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her right shoulder.
"You could do so much better..." He was talking more to himself than her. He would never treat her this way... He would never make her upset... He would of taken care of her.. His mind began to trail off before he mentally slapped himself; knowing he shouldn't be think of Sara this way.
"He's not that bad Brandon.." She said, barely above a whisper. She felt him chuckle.
He continued to hold her until the material of her thin black bikini and his trunks were near dry. At that point he pulled away and stood. "I didn't come to the beach to sit around all sad because fuck-face screwed you over again." He declared. He offered her his hand, which she took, and helped her stand. With out another word he gently pulled her towards the water. The warm sand, gritty yet soft, falling between their bare toes as they moved.
He grinned as the water began to splash around his ankles and, after moving deeper, his waist then chest. Their skin suddenly became covered in a thin layer of goose bumps as their bodies adjusted to the refreshing coolness of the salty water. Brandon glanced over his shoulder and couldn't help but let his eyes wonder over Sara's body, admiring how she looked in the water... her hair clinging to her neck, her nipples pressed against the thin material of her suit, and how she appeared weightless.
He turned and pushed his hands forward, sending a wall of water towards her, causing her to squeal in shock and jump back. It wasn't long after that her smile returned and she was splashing through the cool water. He grinned as he watched her dive under the water and reappear mere inches in front of him. She glanced up and saw something odd in his eyes.. She tilted her head and perked "What?"
"Nothing... Just..." He continued to stare at her. His longing for her growing with each passing second. "God.. You're so fucking gorgeous..." He mumbled bending down to lightly press his lips against hers.
Sara gasped slightly, out of shock, out of glee. She could feel her heart skid to a stop as he began to press more firmly against her. She found herself lost in this abyss he created, her hands slowly making their way to wrap around his neck.
Her hands stopped short and pressed against his chest as she stepped back. Her face flushed as she stuttered, "I'm sorry, Brandon...I can't do this..."
"Give me one good reason why not?" He replied, his voice dry. "And don't you dare say because of What's-His-Face." His eyes rolled. "You know as well as I do he doesn't feel any guilt about going behind your back with other girls... Why in gods name should you..." It wasn't much of a question...but more of a statement. He inhaled and watched her, waiting to hear her argument.
