I wake up the next morning with a couple regrets. My main regret being, sleeping outside on the sandy beach. I wake up with my clothes being damp from the moist, salty air. There is sand in my hair and on my face. My make up is smeared on my face from being dipped under water. I am not even in my own clothes. I sit up and stretch my arms above my head. I feel a few bones crack in my back. I glance over at Xavier who is fast asleep. He is only wearing his grey tracksuit bottoms. He must have taken his hoodie off after I fell asleep. I take the opportunity to admire his defined muscles. I have never seen anyone as muscular as him. He does not even need to tense for his muscles to be extremely defined. “Take a picture it will last longer,” mutters Xavier, making me jump. How does he know I am
