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And because of my selfishness, I haven't shared this place with anybody. My boyfriend of eight months, my favorite person in the world, is on his way here to meet me.Unfortunately, we don't get to spend very much time together.But I guess that is also a good thing; it makes every moment we spend together more special.With my fingers, I brush through my straight, Carmel colored hair, which is usually formed in little ringlets.A few minutes later, after sitting in silence for a little while, he pulls me to him so that my back is against his chest.And although it's nearly a hundred degrees out here in the sun, a shiver runs down my spine, through my body, when he places a long, sweet kiss on the bottom of my neck. I wish so badly that every minute of every day could be spent like this, or we could somehow freeze time and make them last longer when they did occur.
I lean into him, taking in the scent of his skin, the luminescence of his blue eyes behind his glasses, the way his bare arm feels against my own.He squeezes me waist before pulling away to lift his short over his head."Let's go swimming." He suggests, and although I don't want to ruin the moment, the heat is beginning to be unbearable, and the thought of being in the water is amazing. When I stand, though, I become the nervous, insecure little girl that I am, not the strong, confident girl Eric knows me as. I shimmie out of my Jean shorts revealing most of my curvy, tan and muscular legs (thanks to marching band), but subconsciously move my arm to cover up my stomach.Girl-in-black was explaining how much she enjoyed the fact that girl-in-white always wrote her handwritten notes.As she was explaining this, I noticed that girl-in-white’s eyes were lighting up.