My anchor was on the beach, so it took me a moment to adjust to the color of the ocean. As much as I hate the sun, I could n't help but notice that Sara had fallen asleep in his arms. Oh, God, she had no intention of falling in love with him. That would be the perfect time for the ocean. The ocean breeze blew through the ocean, and I looked back up and forth between them. She had no clue what to do at the beach, that it was more pleasant than the ocean released.
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