Our breaths are still heavy, our chests rising and falling with erratic movements. Still drunk on the passion and pleasure we just shared, we lock eyes with each other and smile. Nate passes me my bikini top and shorts to put back on before we head back to the hotel. I stand up and dust myself off, getting flustered as I feel the sand not budging from my ass and back. “Nate! I need your help!” I shout, embarrassed. “What'...