Fashion designer

Sara POV

"Sara, what is this?" He looked at me with disappointment as I emerged from the washroom.

"Aaron, what happened?" I looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"I mistakenly believed you to be a writer, but you're a fashion designer." I burst out laughing upon hearing his taunt.

"You are aware, Aron, that I dislike short skirts, especially bikinis, so how did you think I would wander the beaches wearing nothing but a bikini?" I expressed my concerns to him. But

"Sara, what's the big deal about wearing a bikini in front of me when we're the only people on this island?"

Now, what should I tell him? With his hot stare lingering over my body, I felt nervous.

"It appears that my physique is the only thing attracting you, Aaron." I purposefully made fun of him so he would tell me that he loved me more than just my appearance. I love the way he explains his feelings to me.

"You already know, Sara, that I adore your soul as much as your physique, but I also truly enjoy seeing you