Date With Bridgette ((free)) - A

The water was cold. It always is. But her hand in mine, as we stood there shin-deep in the darkening Pacific, was warm enough to forget that.

We found a spot on the sand just north of the pier, where the tide had carved a shallow shelf of wet, packed sand perfect for sitting. Bridgette immediately flopped onto her back, arms spread like she was making a sand angel, and stared up at the sky turning peach and violet. a date with bridgette

She stared at me. “Did you just call me a man?” The water was cold