Shame was for the lame. Nathan had known of it and it wasn't like anyone but the group from school knew who they were and even so, Nathan didn't care. It was a fucking vacation and he wanted her so who cared if they were on a beach while they did this? He didn't.

And, if he had cared, it would have gone out the window when she'd found a way around the whole shirt problem. It was only fair that she got to touch skin since he did too so now they were both happier. Well, he was definitely feeling happy right now.

And that meant he was comfortable enough to get his other arm around her waist, fingers sliding up the center of her back just so he could touch all that lovely, soft skin of hers. Oh, there was so much temptation right now. So much.