Ten O Clock
His back was leaning against a large piece of driftwood, only a few paces away from where my clothes were left. He had shoulder length black, wet hair and a beautifully sculpted chest. His legs were stretched out in front of him showing off his evenly tanned skin, his eyes cast downwards at a small book in his lap. My mouth went dry just looking at him. I gave my hair a quick shake and then sauntered over to my stuff, passing as close to him as possible. As I passed in front of him...