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to the incoming tide. What? Someone else's feet are underneath
mine. I jerk up onto my elbows. Holy crap! I'm lying on top of the naked guy I
was doing CPR on, and worse, he's aroused. I blush with shame. Was I kissing him in my dream? Mortified, I bite my
lip, hoping he's still unconscious, but as I try to sneak away, I panic and
accidently knock against his manhood and his eyes pop wide open.
    Scrambling off him, I gasp and fall onto the
sand as uncontrollable shivers shoot right through me. What is wrong with me?
I'll surely die of humiliation. It must be my teenage hormones going wild, but
my, is he hot. I can't take my eyes off him. He's the most beautiful boy I've
ever seen. He has mesmerising blue eyes and a body to die for.
    He bolts upright, looks down at his naked body, then covers himself with his hands. “What's going on?
Where am I?”
    My face burning, I toss my beach towel to
him. “Here, use this.”
    “Okay, I'm flattered,” he says, wrapping the
towel around his waist and hiding his masculinity. “I've probably fantasized
about being naked and kissing a pretty girl on a deserted beach, but this is
ridiculous. Why were you on top of me and where are my clothes?”
    I gulp. “Huh…”
    He stands up, all six feet of him, his hands
pressed against his lean muscular hips. “Well?” he says. “Who are you? And why
were you kissing me?” The tiny glint in his eyes gives his stern voice a hint
of amusement.
    I look into his deep-blue eyes and melt.
They're the colour of the ocean on a sunny day, and framed with thick dark
lashes. Jeez, he's hot, and he doesn’t look much older than me, maybe a couple
of years. Self-conscious, I blush. Then I hold my hands out and try to look
innocent. “I … I wasn't kissing you. I was giving you mouth to mouth because
you were unconscious. And I didn't take your clothes. You weren't wearing any. You probably lost your bathers in
the ocean when you were drowning. Maybe a strong current ripped them from you.”
    He cocks a brow. “I don't remember going for
a swim.”
    “What were you doing before you went
unconscious, then?”
    He shrugs. “I don't know. I can't remember.”
    I blow out a breath. “Look, I don't know why
you were out cold on the beach, but I thought you had drowned. I was trying to
do CPR on you when we were both struck by lightning.”
    His eyes go wide. “Lightning? What are you talking about?”
    “While I was giving you mouth to mouth, there
was this huge electrical storm and we were struck. I don't know what happened.
Everything went black. Not sure how long I passed out for, but I only just woke
up and I was still on top of you. See, I wasn't kissing you. I was trying to
save your life.”
    “You passed out?”
    I nod. “I'm pretty sure.”
    He gasps. “Are you okay? Did you get burned?”
    “That's the odd thing. Neither of us seem to have any burns, and I don't have any burn marks on
my clothes. You probably think I'm crazy.”
    He frowns. “I don't think you're crazy, but I
can't understand why I'd be in the ocean in the first place, and why I'd be
drowning. I'm sure I can swim.”
    “Look, something bad must have happened to
you. Maybe you had a seizure or something. Or you could have fallen from a
boat. I did try to phone for an ambulance before the storm, but my cell phone
was dead. I was out cold after the lightning strike, but I think I should call
for help. You need to be checked by a doctor. You could have a head injury.”
    He runs his fingers through his dark hair. “No!
Please don't call the police or an ambulance. I'm fine. Trust me. I don't want
them involved.”
    I sigh. “But your heart stopped! You need
help.”
    He takes my hand in his. “Please don't
involve them. I beg you.”
    My pulse quickens as tingles run up my arm.
I'm speechless, in awe, and I can't stop staring at him.
    “Please?” he begs again, squeezing my
fingers.
    I go weak at the knees. Gosh. I'll do
anything for him. He's divine, but what if