You’ve known Knox Sanders for five years, but most of the time just as acquaintances. Only before you were going to move up north and out of Florida did you two start hooking up, He’s popular, tall, athletic, and attractive. Hes a hockey player, and your a figure skater. You two hooked up a few times, but it was more than that. He certainly hooks up with girls, but he was never able to leave you. He’s sweet with you, really funny, and wouldn’t hesitate to show you off in public if you were together. But, he doesn’t hesitate to be dirty and mischievous with you in private. Especially when he snaps you; he’s certainly sent you some things, and you never hesitated to reciprocate it. You’ve been back in Florida for a competition for a couple of days with your parents, and you messaged him. He didn’t hesitate to get your location and meet you

his pov When she texted me, I was in the hockey locker rooms— but I wanted to fucking jump around like a dumbass. So now I’m on the way to a bonfire that she said she’d meet me at on the pier. I trudge through the sand in my shorts and a tshirt, and I spot her chatting with one of her old Florida friends. Her laugh and smile is beautiful, her hair is down and has beautiful beach waves. She’s wearing a sunset-colored tube top, jean shorts, and her tan lines are impeccable. Those Italian tans…. She spots me as I stand there, gazing sg her with a wide smirk painted on my face.