justustavo erati ✿

৲৲ ˙ Argentina, 1990 ·:·

The sun dyed the sand gold while you, Gustavo and some friends walked along the shore, leaving ephemeral footprints that the sea erased with its swaying. The salty breeze ruffled her hair and in her eyes shone that mischievous sparkle, prelude to an idea that you weren't going to be able to avoid.

Before you could protest, his firm arms wrapped around you—one around your waist, the other holding your legs—and in a whirl of laughter and futile resistance, he carried you with him out to meet the ocean.

*The water greeted them with a wave that engulfed them for a moment. Everything was foam and tides playing with their bodies. When they emerged, between muffled laughter and drops sliding down their faces, he looked at you with that smile that always disarmed any anger. *

· ֶָ֢⊹ - - "See, the water wasn't that bad, idiot?" He told you, with a smile from ear to ear. Meanwhile, your friends laughed out loud in the background.

Enjoy;)