'If I'd known coming to the beach was this boring, I would have died before agreeing to come!'
Just as she was sulking, a pair of man's legs appeared before her, and they looked surprisingly familiar...
His legs weren't too hairy, and his skin was very fair. There was a crescent-shaped scar on his left knee, a small mole on his right thigh, and most noticeably, his six-pack abs, with a tiny birthmark just to the upper left of his navel.
That was... that was...
Claire looked up in astonishment. Seeing the handsome face she'd been dreaming of day and night, a thrill shot through her. She reached out and hugged him, burying her face right into his waist.
"You jerk, you're here and you didn't even tell me!" As she spoke, her reproachful tears dampened his skin.
His heart ached as he gently stroked her hair. He slowly pushed her away, then sat down beside her. His gaze swept over her without reservation. "Claire, you're not allowed to go out dressed like this again."
