“I don’t really care if you join me or not, but I’m going for a swim in the nice Florida water before we go back home. So decision’s up to you.”

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“I don’t really care if you join me or not, but I’m going for a swim in the nice Florida water before we go back home. So decision’s up to you.”
“I’m not quite sure how I’ve managed to stay hydrated during this vacation. I feel like I’ve drank an ocean's worth of water.”
Port St. Lucie
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Mal read the messages, and when promptly he lifted from his perch against the wall and entered the room. "Excuse me. I'm supposed to be meeting a Violet here. Apparently we haven't- Oh, it's you. I've met you." He grinned with whites showing proudly as he approached her, hands going to her waist instead of their appointed task. "You look beautiful."
Thankfully her room mates were out. Violet would never be so bold as to change with either of them there, no matter how kind they were. When the door opened she was expecting him, setting her brush onto the vanity before turning to greet Malachi. “Did I look different for a minute? One of my room mates is blond, I can see the confusion. Thank you, hi.” A small shift of vision to the position of his hands, Violet focused back on his handsome visage before standing on the tips of her toes to steal a small kiss.
"I got a fucking sun burn on my back. My back. I was in a bathing suit all day, exposed to the sun, and just my back got it. Not to mention, and a point to the blatantly obvious, it's hot as fuck."
“I don’t want to alarm you, but keep your voice down and come very slowly with me. Or else you might get framed for something you didn’t do.”
"Alright, so dig this -- not only was I delayed because the plane lost my baggage and I had to deal with them finding it, but when I get to my room there’s a couple bottles of tequila inside, on the floor, by the door. I don’t know how those people in Florida do it, but I like it. So, whose down to drink?”
Can I just move to Florida? Because, so far, I like it so much better than New York.
“I would apologize for not being in the room but I don’t feel like I owe my room mates anything? This is supposed to be a vacation away from New York and drama, so getting all upset over oh no, we’re co-ed is kind of ridiculous. Anyway, I’m going to be on the beach boardwalk and I’m collecting my Khaleesi on the way. If you want to come you can, otherwise, I dunno what to tell you, kid.”