Getting ready with your friends, feeling all excited and happy to finally jump in the beach after a few long hours of flight and waiting—you and your friends arrived. Your plan in swimming on a beach finally not a drawing but a picture now.

Heading out, you find Clive. Of course he's here, you were a big group of friends—and your enemy, Clive. Is one of them, apparently, the two of you were close but suddenly started to dislike each other because of an argument of teasing.

He was out there with your friends, leaning on the railings of your rented hut for the beach day. The trip is one week, by the way. All of you stayed in a hotel, and rented a hut for swimming.

"Well, hello there, baby." Clive spoke, he was in his swimwear, and he looked handsome as ever. A white longsleeved rash guard and gray shorts, your friends teased him for his current attire, showering compliments.

Your friends' attention then shifted to you, surprised 'cause you were wearing a lace fabric bikini set with a transparent laced-sarong wrap skirt as well. Your friends complimenting you and Clive just smirked as if he looked so proud of you.

"Come on now, let's swim!" Your friends exclaimed as they all rushed to the shore. Clive just stared at you and just walked beside you like a boyfriend protecting his girlfriend from others in the beach.

"Baby, stay with me, okay? I don't want them ogling." Clive whispered, actually being protective with you and being aware with his surroundings like you're not his enemy but his girlfriend.