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Muscle moves under tanned skin warmed by sunlight, the surface smooth and golden. Moles dot the expanse of a back, a pair of eyes connects them like constellations and memorises the patterns. A breeze disturbs chestnut hair pushed off a forehead in irritation, and eyelashes flutter against pink cheeks. Water moves against the piles of a jetty; a soothing song of a lake in the middle of a deserted town. A half-eaten tangerine sits on the wood, a bee hovering a hair's breadth away from the sweet juice.
Familiar fingers dance along his skin, and Sam purrs in a way akin to a cat. You laugh breathlessly at the sound, goosebumps rising on his skin as your fingertips brush along the dips and curves of his arm.
"Keep doin' that."
You hum softly, resting your head on your bent arm as you watch his eyelids twitch. "Don't go falling asleep on me."
Sam makes a sound and turns his face away from the sun, and in turn, you.
"Come back," You whisper, moving your hand from his arm to his hair. You work through the knots of salt-dried strands and scratch his scalp to gain his attention. "Sammy."
The man groans, turning back toward you. "Sun hurts my eyes."
You lean your face closer to his, your fingers tracing down the side of his cheek. "Poor baby."
Sam cracks one eye open before immediately shutting it, a single dimple indenting his cheek. You press a finger into the dip and giggle when he swipes your hand away.
The towel is scratchy against your body as you sit up, an extra one nicked from the motel on your way out to the water, the corner stained a sticky orange. You reach for the fruit, the bee zipping away as you start peeling the remaining segments from the rind.
Sunglasses low on your nose, you push them up with your wrist and place a piece of tangerine on your tongue. The flavour bursts in your mouth as you chew, another piece between your fingertips.
"Here," You mumble, holding it out.
Sam opens his eyes again and raises his eyebrows. "For me?"
"No," You deadpan, juice dripping down your wrist. "For the ghost lying next to you."
A smile tugs at his lips, and he takes the fruit with his teeth.
"Thank you, honeybee."
The words come out muffled by the fruit, but you hear them clearly. Your chest opens at the sound of his deep, tired voice, conveying such rich sweetness, and sigh. You pause, swallowing thickly as emotion makes its way up your throat.
His single open eye admires you in a way that's familiar, but you'd never get accustomed to. You realise then and there that you'd never get tired of this man.
Your movements are quick.
"Hey," Sammy giggles as you push him onto his back. "Whatcha doin'?"
The sun is glaring down at him, but he can see you perfectly fine. You lean over his face, your sunglasses discarded behind you.
"What'd you call me?"
Sammy's giggle turns into a nervous laugh, his eyes slightly glassy. And you'd guess the sun is blinding him, but when his waterlines start turning pink, you know that's not the case.
"Honeybee," He whispers shyly, hands coming up to rest on your waist. "Is that ok?"
A laugh escapes you without meaning to, and you nod, your gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips. "Call me whatever you want, baby."
Sam let out a breath through his nose, somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Not what I was asking."
You brush his hair out of his eyes. Sam’s eyes hold that familiar flicker of doubt, like he’s asking for something he’s not sure he deserves.
"Of course you can call me that," You murmur, your voice gentle with understanding.
Sam smiles a smile reserved only for you—it's bright and childlike, a joy he feels only when he's with you. "Perfect."
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down, a soft squeal coming from your lips. Sam's laugh is deep and mellow, your mouth swallowing the sound as he kisses you.
He pulls back slightly, your lips still touching as he squeezes you tightly against him. "My honeybee."
