Exiled - it's not always a punishment...
Nadia dragged her attention back to his eyes, dying to know what color they were, and held her ground as he approached. No one in their right mind would forgo the chance to sink their teeth into such a divine treat, and if he turned out to taste like the ocean, she'd chew some gum afterward.
He halted, leaving a few feet between them, but it was close enough for her to see that his eyes were some nondescript hazel color. It was the sort of color that changed depending on what the person had on, and she wondered what color they would be if he were naked.
The dark baggy shorts and loose, white tank top did not necessarily showcase the body underneath, but they could not hide the defined muscles of his shoulders. No one could have shoulders like that without having the rest of the package to match.
"Are you out here alone?" Mmm. His voice carried just a hint of an unexpected accent. Although too subtle to place, it stirred memories of Jason murmuring to her in his native Portuguese, which was odd, considering this man couldn't look more California surfer if he tried.
His question seemed an odd way to start a conversation, but it was better than her asking him to bare his neck. "I am, yes."
His gaze swept the beach before coming back to her. "Should you be?"
"A few moments ago, I might have answered no, but now I'm beginning to think coming here was an excellent idea."