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"Rach, I'm glad you literally dragged me out here." Ross and Rachel were now down at the beach, lazing in the mild sunshine. It was a beautiful day out.
"Hey, there was no way I was going to allow you to sulk in your room the whole day." She tapped on her glasses causing them to shift up to the top of her head. Getting up from her lounge chair, she flipped off her hat and started running sun screen on her body.
Ross just stared at the woman before him. Her soft, sulky skin glistening in the warm sun. She was wearing a white two-piece bikini that fit her figure perfectly. (Her belly wasn't showing yet.) He tried not to stare at her beauty, but found himself drawn to her magic.
Barely noticing her accusing gaze, Ross darted his eyes toward the massive blue ocean. "Um, big isn't it," he said trying to turn the 'tide' of his current situation.
"Yea," she said smiling warmly at him. "Ross."
"Yeah," he said still staring out into the abyss.
"About last night. Are, are you okay?" She extended her arm over to his cheek and slid it down to his chin. She had amazingly soft hands.
There was no way he could resist her. She was too seductive, too fantastic.
He breathed heavily and began his explanation. "Basically, I think Lisa and I broke up. No I take that back. We definitely broke up. I don't know. It seems I can't ever keep a girlfriend. Maybe there's something wrong with me." He was purposefully avoiding eye contact, embarrassment spreading across his face.
"Ross. Ross look at me." She cupped her hand on his chin and shifted his head so he was facing her. "There is nothing wrong with you. You are an amazing man. You're funny, very smart, sweet, and very handsome. Don't ever forget that." Her eyes never strayed from Ross'.
"Thanks that's sweet. Really sweet." His cheeks started to form a dark shade of red soon after. He looked like a child. A sweet innocent child. Yet Rachel knew he was all man.
"Rach, you wanna go swimming?" Ross inquired out of the blue.
"Sure."
Ross peeled of his shirt, revealing his surprisingly toned muscles. (I know it's kind of corny, but oh well.)
Rachel squared her gaze on his body and blushed noticing she was staring.
Ross also noticed her staring and took it even farther. "Hey Rach could you put some sun screen on my back."
Rachel complied, wrapped her legs around Ross' lounge chair, and slowly caressed the sun screen over his shoulders and lower back. Then even more slowly she rubbed the sun screen over his shoulders and down his biceps. Her body was shaking slightly, her mind focused on the thought of Ross. Specifically his bodily features.
Gracefully sliding her hands farther down she finally reached his hands. Ross didn't move a muscle. He had butterflies in his stomach and his heart was beating a thousand times a minute.
She entangled her hands in his and squeezed gently, giving a gesture of compassion and caring.
Ross reciprocated the action and wrapped her arms around his waist. The feeling was warm and inviting. Both felt the energy and passion retaining form one another.
Ross turned around so he was facing Rachel. His heart was focused on one thing. He was going to kiss her.
Conveniently finding a stray hair across her face, he gently brushed it back around her ear. He left his hand on her cheek and braced her for his invasion. This was it.
He leaned in cautiously, making sure she wanted this as much as he did. Once he was sure this was what they both wanted he softly touched her lips. The electricity was soaring through their bodies manically, bursting with passion.
Then, unsurprisingly enough, bam.
"Shit. Sorry about that man." An Italian man with dark features was standing dazzlingly in the evening sun.
Rachel was taken aback by his handsome features.
"Hi, I am Joey. I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" He helped the two people get up.
"Well I am Ross and yes you did." Ross said irritated.
"I did what?" He had a confused grin on his face.
"Never mind." Ross shook the sand out of his hair.
"I'm Rachel," she said shyly with a sweet smile.
"How you doin'?" Joey raised a bright smile and licked his lips seductively.
"Give it up Joe," a blond female said slapping him on the back of the head.
"Why do you always do that?"
"Like you don't know." The woman extended her hand out to Ross and Rachel. " I am Phoebe, sorry about my friend. He's a charmer."
She had a persona about her that was odd and refreshing.
"That's okay. No harm done." Rachel giggled, shaking Phoebe's outstretched hand.
"So you guys wanna play some beach ball." Joey offered.
"Sure." Rachel said cheerfully.
"Yeah sure." Ross said not so enthusiastically.
There were four other people playing along with Ross, Rachel, Phoebe, and Joey.
The game started and they played well into the evening. Everyone was average and had a lot of fun. Joey would flirt with Rachel every now and then, but nothing serious.
At least not in their eyes. But for Ross it was different. He felt betrayed.
One minute he was about to kiss the woman of his dreams and the next minute she was flirting with some other Italian guy.
This was a disaster.
Every time he saw Rachel playfully hit Joey or him touch her teasingly, he cringed. This was not how he envisioned this day.
Ross exited the game shortly after and walked down to the beach, his mind buzzing.
It's funny how one moment you can be so infatuated with someone and the next everything can unravel like a string of ribbon out of control.
There was a deep opening in his stomach he couldn't relieve himself of. His feelings of passion and romance had been hollowed by a man named Joey.
His heart was being tugged every which way. Was this really happening?
To Be Continued...
I was originally going to end this differently, but I thought this was a better ending. More of a cliffhanger. Hope you like it. I will try to update soon.
