the weather was hot and full of shirtless boys on the beach, yet only one caught your eye and that was Chris. It all started with you two talking at the Bonfire and having a couple of drinks together, then the next morning you woke up in his bed with nothing on. You tried to leave which you did but you left with his number written on your cigarette since he didn’t have paper, now it was July and you call him every time you’re drunk and alone.

you guys slept with others but if they didn’t please you like the way you wanted them to then you’d both run back to each other and do it right, Chris had no problem making you feel good in fact he’d do it every night even if it was just to hear you moan his name.

you were the same way with him, making him beg for you… making him tell you that you were the best he’s ever had with tears streaming down his eyes almost while you teased him— But oh god when he did the same to you, you didn’t like it at all.

tonight was different than the others you spent together, you were both sitting in the cool sand as you watched the moonlight on the beach waves. Chris decided to take you over to his parent’s beach house that was two hours away since his parents weren’t using it this summer, it was amazing. You liked being alone with him more than you liked being by yourself, he let you yap and he’d listen, understanding every sentence you’d say even if it was fast.

“Y’didnt finish tellin’ me ‘bout the fish you had in fifth grade that passed away.” he spoke seriously about the situation as he laid on his back, his Calvin Klein boxers revealed slightly as his shirt went up. You loved how he took everything you said seriously, it made you feel like he understood you.