Dusty looked around the pool. She shrugged, "Alright, but I gotta dry off." She smiled, she jumped out of the pool and walked to her chair quickly drying off with her towel. She pulled her pull over on.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. she was beautiful! And she wanted to talk to me! I sighed and dried off myself, pulling the t-shirt I was wearing back on. "Where do you want to go to grab a bite?"
Ryan:
I frowned. "You really don't want to spend the night with me?!"
"It's not that. I like you and everything but I DID just meet you. We could maybe watch a movie in the sitting room...?" I sighed quietly. This was not going well. But...But...I had my opinions.
"The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it."
-Elizabeth Drew
I heard someone say, "God the waters cold." and looked up, hoping to God that it was the person I thought it was. Oh goodness, Alex Evans was here! At the same hotel I was at! Ah! I didn't want to run up to him like some obsessed fan and make a fool of myself, but I ended up looking foolish because instead of pretending like I hadn't been staring at him when he looked my way I stared directly at him, mouth open and everything.
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
"Ryan, I don't want to get too attached. I'll probably never see you again after this week and plus, I know that you're just talking to me to spite your friend back their at the pool. I saw the look you gave him..." I was almost relived just to get it off my chest.
"The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it."
-Elizabeth Drew
I laughed, thinking it funny how persistent. It was quite obvious he wasn't used to being told no. Not that it was surprising. Gorgeous millionaires usually got what they wanted. But I didn't just want to be another toy for him. I wanted to be the only. "A movie or dinner or something, but that's it, Mister." I said with a small laugh.
"The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it."
-Elizabeth Drew
Sammy took a deep breath, sucking in as much air as she possibly could. "Thanks," she said quickly turning to the four guys that jumped her, "Which one of you wants to be kicked out first?" She threatened. They stepped back in the pool as she stepped fowards. She lunged at them playfully, knocking two deeper into the pool.