Malia
I woke up the next morning on the beach, tangled in Ty’s arms. The sun was warm on my skin and I could hear the waves crashing onto the shore. My head pounded from the alcohol I had the night before. I definitely had too much, memories of swaying with Ty to the music, sitting by the fire, and swimming together in the ocean flashed through my mind. But I buried my head in his chest as I remembered my terrible karaoke singing at the end of the night.
Ty mumbled something into me, stirring awake. I looked up to him, running my fingers across his jaw. “Go back to sleep,” he groaned, more legible this time. I giggled and slid my hand up under his shirt, tracing the outline of his muscles. “Lia,” Ty’s eyes flashed open that dark colour I was beginning to love.
“What are you doing toda
