Evan held me against him, and I got lost in the waves, mesmerized by their rhythm. Every once in awhile I could feel the heat of the sun on my face, fighting through the gusts.
"It really isn't that bad," Evan said in my ear.
"Yes it is," I countered, "but I'm good as long as you stay here." I pulled his arms tighter around me and snuggled under his chin.
"So I have the perfect night planned out."
"Really?" I questioned, knowing he meant the night before prom. "And why do you get to do all the planning? Maybe I wanted to."
"Umm, okay," he responded hesitantly. "How about we split up the weekend? I have the night before, and you have prom night."
"That's not exactly fair," I argued. "Your night is already going to be better than mine since we're having sex."
Evan laughed. "We don't have to."
"Oh yes we do," I stressed. "Okay, fine. It's probably not going to be that great anyway, so you have Friday, and I'll have Saturday. And mine will be better."
"You're making this into a competition?" he mused with a chuckle.
"Yeah," I grinned. "And wait until you see me in my prom dress. You're definitely going to say my night is better."
"But my night, I get to see you without anything on at all, so I'm pretty certain mine will be better."
I jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow. Evan released a groaning laugh and tilted me back so I was looking up at him. He wrapped the blanket tighter around us and kissed me. His cheeks felt hot against my cold nose. I slid my arms around his neck, and he enveloped us in the dark, pulling the blanket over our heads.
The sand shifted under me as he laid me down. Evan lowered himself beside me with his leg between mine. I pulled him closer, finding his lips again, the heat of his breath swirling through me with the touch of his tongue. My heart beat erratically as he pressed closer, his hand sliding across my stomach, underneath my layers.
I ran my fingers in his hair, releasing an excited breath as his mouth trailed along my neck. I could feel his body tense as I held him tight against me, breathing heavily. He pulled up, but I couldn't read his face.
"What is it?" The sun blinded me as Evan pulled back the blanket to peek out.
"I thought I heard them," he said, dropping the blanket again. He lowered back down to kiss me.
Before we could get too worked up, I interrupted with, "They will probably be back soon." The brief interlude made me realize we were in the middle of the beach, and despite how secluded it felt under the blanket, I could only imagine what it looked like to anyone walking by.
"Yeah," Evan groaned reluctantly, folding the blanket back.
I sat up and smoothed my hair into a ponytail. Evan ran his hand along my back as he remained lying on the blanket with his arm under his head.
"Two weeks," he sighed. I grinned.
"We don't have to wait until then," I offered. "It doesn't have to be planned."
"But I have a plan," he returned. "So, I can wait."
I smiled. "You're funny."
"Why?" he questioned smiling too.
"All of your surprises," I explained. "You come across spontaneous, but the truth is you plan out everything. And Sara thinks I'm bad."
"I can be spontaneous," he defended.
"Okay, then let's have sex right here, right now," I proposed.
"Here?" Evan scanned the beach. It was practically deserted, since any sane person would deem it too cold. But there were still a few crazy people walking along the shoreline, bundled up. "You want to have sex right now?" He watched for my reaction, to see if I was serious.
I caved. "Fine. No. But I was trying to make a point."
"I can be spontaneous," he repeated. "You wait."
"You can't plan to be spontaneous," I teased.
"Hey," Sara said, drawing our attention as they neared us. She set the tray of hot chocolate on the blanket. "It's not that bad out if you move around."
"Thanks for getting these," I replied, taking a hot chocolate. "But I'm still staying under the blanket."
"Football?" Jared offered Evan.
"Sure," Evan agreed, leaving me with a quick kiss. The heat escaped with his departure. I pulled the blanket around me with a shiver.
"Your hair's a mess." Sara eyed me suspiciously. "What were you two doing while we were gone?"
"Keeping warm," I answered, my cheeks igniting as I took a sip of hot chocolate. We watched the guys toss the football and chase after it as it got carried away in the wind.