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   her efforts to avoid him thus far have been SURPRISINGLY successful. taking earlier breakfast and later lunch, avoiding the pool during the warmest hours of the day, circumventing every and all gyms and areas where a ball could be thrown â you name it, charliâs probably done it. but, the universe must sense that sheâs getting too CONFIDENT, and ( just as sheâs on her way to the beach, tote packed with a towel, beach read and sunscreen ) she spots a familiar head of red hair heading her way. panic overtakes her for an instant, causing her to awkwardly stop in her tracks, feet suddenly glued to the ground. itâs too late for her to turn around and pretend sheâs forgotten something in her room, so she stays put with her head down, hoping her sun hat will be enough of a disguise. / ( & @callchans ! )
the sun stood high as bronson made way through the hotel grounds, skin newly kissed golden over the muscles of his arms and freckles darkening over the bridge of his nose. he had spent the entire morning sailing solo and as usual when beat, he paid little attention to his surroundings. if he had of been watching where he was going, he may have avoided the collision altogether but when he finally realised what was happening, it was already too late. there she was, an angel standing in the sun and seemingly unaware of his presence. there was nothing bronson could do to stop it, their bodies soon collided and ( acting on instinct ) all he could do to avoid both of them stumbling to the ground was to grab her lightly by the shoulders. the touch of her skin was soft and warm, he could register that much before coming to his senses. « woah, woah, » he spoke fast and all in one breathe, « sorry ! » taking a step back, he let go of her frame and looked around himself to make sure no belongings lay scattered. had she been carrying papers, he thought, they might have shot into the air like a burst feather pillow. a cautious smile followed a sigh of relief, his eyes hesitantly seeking hers. bronson had realised that he could no more change charliâs mind than he could persuade the dawn not to come, so he had fought his own desire and let her be. instead, he would rehearse what he might say to her ( if she would only let him ) every minute of the night. yet as he stood there in front of her, he completely blanked and cursed charli for being the only girl to have ever made him feel insecure and somehow even now holding that same power over him. « i â you okay ? »Â