Novel & Cerita Reading Book On Beach

the chapter contains sexual content Jason POV [ a few weeks later...] • Malibu, California I glanced at the tattered book cover of my favorite novel and tossed it into Violet's beach bag with a towel, a bottle of water and my SPF 50 for my tanned skin. It was a hundred degrees—about right for this beautiful place, and I was enjoying this vacation with Violet. The sun was dimming to sunset, the water was flowing in rapids to the shore voluminously as the birds chirped in a song through the sky.

They always kept them all closed, so their noise wouldn’t bother the neighbors too much. He looked out at the beach and the sea, and when he glanced down, he found Silvia at the deck, reading from a notebook while her head nodded softly to the beat of what Jim and Tom were playing.

Maybe we had moved from that stage of hatred. I just couldn't wait to be lost in the city, and I could read as many books I wanted on the sandy beach, it was the perfect vacation for a book lover. I could just imagine reading on the deck that overlooked the ocean, or settling down in a small cafe near the heart of the city.

Sex with Aeon was like a marathon, he never got satisfied with just one round and so was I. I didn’t look at him as I made my way across the beach to where Siera was lounging in one of the beach chairs, a pocketbook raised in hand parallel to her face, but she was obviously not reading but checking the view in front of her. I sat on the chair next to her and faced the direction she was looking at. "What are you reading?" "Huh?" She laid the book on her lap before she looked at me. "Oh, this. Under the Moonlight by Cassandra M."

The sand was soft and golden, and the waves crashed in a gentle rhythm against the shore. We found a quiet spot under the shade of a palm tree, away from the small crowd of beachgoers. We laid out our towels and spent the first hour in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the sound of the ocean and the feel of the warm sun on our skin. Eventually, Benjamin broke the silence. "You seem to be a bit more relaxed here," he observed. "I am," I admitted. "It’s hard to be on guard when you have sand between your toes." He laughed, a low, pleasant sound that I hadn't heard before. "It is, isn't it? Tell me about your book.

A dilemma most readers faced. I ended up in Oscar Wilde's section. A smile formed on my face when I read the name 'The Happy Prince and Other Tales' on the spine of a book. I plucked it out of the shelf and headed towards the seating area. I took a seat on a reading chair by the window and pulled my legs up to make myself comfortable. I flipped the book open and got sucked into an old memory. *** August 2017, Scars Bay, USA The air whipped against my face as I zeroed in on the finish line. It was all I could see.

"I'm going back to the beach. Read for a bit." Before he could argue, I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and pulled away, covering my chest with my arms, heading back to the sand. I grabbed a sarong from the straw beach bag we'd brought and tied it around me before lying down on a towel in the white sand. Picked up the Nicholas Sparks book I'd found in one of the office cabinets and opened it, trying to focus on reading while Rocco stayed in the water.

Angela replied, her mind clearly elsewhere. Noah sat on a woven mat at the beach, her eyes glued to the pages of a novel. The environment was serene and peaceful, with the gentle murmur of waves providing a soothing backdrop. The rhythmic ebb and flow of the water created an almost hypnotic effect, enhancing the beauty of the day. Nearby, two girls strolled by, their animated conversation breaking the silence. "Right here is fine. I'll get sunburned," one of them said, pointing at a spot where they could lay their mat.

It was easier to pretend he wasn’t there, to move about as if I were truly alone. I prepared a simple meal, gathered a book and a blanket, and made my way to the beach, craving the soothing rhythm of the waves more than conversation. The book, a well-worn companion from my life before, wasn’t exactly riveting anymore. I’d read it so many times the words had lost their edge, but it was something familiar—something mine in a world where everything else had been taken. Five minutes passed before I heard the sound of measured footsteps crunching through the sand behind me.

Glancing down at the book on my lap, I said in a shaky voice, "How does the beach sound for you?" "The beach?" He turned his full attention at me, his eyebrows raised. He moves closer to the window where I am sitting at, his stance inquisitive as he crosses his arms over his chest, flexing those biceps that made me want to drool. I cleared my throat and held his gaze instead, avoiding the temptation, bracing myself for the question that will surely come out of his smart mouth. "Why would you like to go to the beach?" "For the same reason as other people have! It's in the middle of the summer now and I haven't even heard the crash of water on the shore. I want to bury myself in the sand, bath