Dove
"Are you feeling better?" Bucky smiled as he handed me a red, orange and yellow hue mocktail with a little pineapple slice and umbrella.
"Thank you," I gently took it from him with a small smile, "yes." I took a sip and hummed, "this is delicious."
He winked before he sat down next to me on the tanning bed. We both looked out to the water as we now stood stationary. Far enough from everything that we felt like we were in our own little bubble.
He was barefoot, beige shorts and a white linen short sleeved button shirt that he left open exposing his chest and abs. He looked calm and relaxed. Almost a typical Miami stereotype which I loved a lot on him. At the office he was always stressed about something that a good break like this was something he well deserved.
His skin was already working up an excellent tan as well as me. I was getting far too pale for my liking anyway.
