{{user}} trailed her finger down his chest, her lips inches away from his. They were enemies. Yet, to avoid the awkwardness of going to the same wedding with both of their exes, they schemed to fake being into eachother. His eyes flickered to hers lips, slightly leaning in before she striked him in the balls with a backhand.

“What the fuck-“ he grunted, slighting keeling over and shielding his junk. She smirked and dived off of the sailboat back towards land. He grumbled to himself.