passing-notes

The sun beats down upon our lotion slicked bodies as we lay back on golden sands, you have been lulled almost to sleep by the gentle crash of the waves as they hit the shore. However, I am wide awake and full of mischief, I creep quietly down to the edge of the sand and fill a bottle with water, which I run back and empty down over you. Your eyes shoot open filled with outrage and amusement, you spring to your feet and I flee down the beach, slipping and sliding as I attempt to escape your reaching hands. You catch me as I reach the damp sand near to the water and wrestle me into your arms, lifting me off my feet and dropping me down to the