Westly knew he looked good, just like he knew Sage looked good. To be honest, they had to be the most good looking couple on this beach. There were a few attractive women, a few attractive men, but they were obviously the most beautiful. Westly rolled his eyes playfully as Sage wrinkled his nose. "A little bit of sun is good for you," he murmured, closing his own eyes and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him. He was naturally tan for the most part, but England was not the place to get tan, so these vacation spots were necessary.
Letting out a soft chuckle, Westly shrugged. "Sorry, love," he replied, making eye contact with Sage, finding it hard to look away when Sage was doing that adorable pout he always did when he wasn't getting his way or was slightly upset. "And we certainly don't want that, do we?" he murmured with a chuckle, slowly rolling onto his side so he was closer to Sage, resting on only one elbow. "I'm very sorry for putting that mental image into your head," Westly said, resting one hand on Sage's chest, before he leaned down and pressed his lips to Sage, trying not to get too into it because he knew that they couldn't do anything on the nude beach. After a minute or two, Westly pulled back. "Better?"
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