Life's a Beach

Kaden

“That wasn’t what I was thinking,” I protested weakly. At the waggle of her brows, I shrugged. “Okay, maybe that was what I started out thinking.”

She rolled her eyes, pushing her sunglasses up so I would be able to see the movement. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you.” I winked, lifting my own glasses to return her favor. “Now lie down and let me get your back before you burn.”

“About time,” she said, flopping down onto her lounger. “Make sure you get the area beneath the straps too. It’s always a bitch when you think you’re covered, and then the strap moves, and you end up looking like a striped lobster.”

“No striped lobsters here.”

A woman walking past us at that exact moment proved I was wrong, prompting me to laugh and Ember to look up to see why. She buried her face in her elbow crooked on the lounger to stifle her own giggles.

“Okay,” I said. “So maybe there are a couple of striped lobsters here, but you won’t become one of them.”

I lathered her properly with the sunscree