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“You’re not very good at dancing, are you?” Bax challenges her like he’s not just as bad, if not worse, at it than her. He saw the same devious glint appear in her eyes. Those are really beautiful eyes.
“Painfully so,” Summer remarks in a scoff. The corner of her eyes crinkled, something nobody would see from a normal distance. But Bax caught all of it.
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“Shut up and surf; the first one to do a roundhouse cutback wins.”
“Winner gets?” The interest sparks in his eyes, but not as much as they do when Summer comes around. But still, they spark.
Summer cocks her head to the side. “Whatever she wants.”
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“What’s wrong, Poppy?” She opens her mouth to speak, yet nothing comes out. How do you tell someone you don’t want them? Poppy’s dragged out of that thought when Marlon pushes his body down and kisses her forehead, still holding her chin as he does so to make sure she doesn’t pull away.
Suddenly she can speak again: “I’m not ready…for this. It’s just that-” Poppy’s rant is short-lived as Marlon tilts his head down, laughing. She looks at him with wide eyes.
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Summer looks at him in disbelief, despite a laugh coming out of her mouth. “Only seventy?!” She questions him as she pushes him down on the sand and throws herself on top of him. His pink hair is filled with sand now, as well as the back of his clothes. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he laughs. So, Summer pushes him back further, determined to get more laughs out of him. But he doesn’t.
Baxter’s eyes are on her lips and eyes, bouncing back and forth until they land on one spot: Summer’s lips. He gazes at them with such desire that Summer doesn’t even feel his hands link with hers, as she is too focused on looking into his want-filled eyes. That’s when she heard it. The ocean waves.
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Spoon tries the ‘fixing his glasses’ trick again when his hand is stopped halfway. Mickey's hands linger in the palm of Spoon’s, lightly tracing his fingers over it. Spoon stops thinking, heat filling his cheeks until his whole body is covered. With his mouth still closed, Spoon sneaks a breath. Mickey’s so close to him that Spoon can’t look anywhere but his face, and his eyes self-consciously land on his lips.
“Mickey.” The said boy takes his free hand and places it right above Spoon’s ear, touching the little hairs within reach. This time he opened his mouth to breathe, and he sure’s Mickey felt it fan over his skin with their given proximity, and yet he didn’t move back. In fact, he moves closer. "It's not normal," he mumbles when he is finally able to catch the words that seem to have run away from him.