❝sex on the beach, hopefully❞; trillie
Billie glanced over her shoulder as she heard footsteps, turning back to pull her coverup over her bikini. She moved to stand between Tristan’ s legs, grabbing his hands as she spoke, “Its near Huntington. ” She sighed, “But it’s nice, I promise. I already redecorated, come on.” Billie enthused with an excited grin, tugging at his hands before bounding out of the room, grabbing her keys and a box of her belongings on the way, “Four bedrooms. And a hot tub.” She bragged loudly as she packed the car.
A smile creeped up on the corner of his mouth as she stood between his legs. He grabbed hold of both legs with each hand, soothing the skin with his thumb. His smile turned into a baffled look, dropping his hands, as she mentioned the beach house to be in the only city in Los Angeles where he despised going. “You better hope there’s a nice part of Huntington, wherever that is” he muttered. He followed her to his car wondering what the box was meant for. However he asked no questions, for now. Tristan slowly accepted the idea of the beach house once four bedrooms and a hot tub was included in the mix. Turning on the engine, he reversed out of the parking lot and headed to the freeway driving to Huntington. “You’re going to have to give me directions, I don’t know where this beach house is” he demanded.