Chapter 1
Tilly
Sand might just be my worst enemy, and that's kinda ironic if you ask me, since I spend more time with it than with my own family .
I especially hate it when I’m in the middle of a gam e.
Right now, for example, I’m mid dive for a volleyballLucajust lobbed in my direction .
It takes everything in me not to lunge at him.
K nowing Luca Rossi, he probably threw it in the wrong direction on purpose.
My dignity i s somewhere between the net and the core of the earth, and in true Luca fashion, he’s laughing.
Ugh.
“Are you done?” I shout while brushing the sand off my knees. “No need to embarrass me further.”
“What was that, T?”
God must have skipped the process of developing his brain, because it is not made correctly.
I roll my eyes and turn around. But I can’t stop the smile spreading on my face because I have way too little time to dwell on things.
“Tills ! Why’d you have to do us dirty like that?” Matt groan s .
“ Y ou saw how Rossi threw the ball !” I glare.“ That was impossible to get.”
He nods sarcastically, and I give up.
I walk to my bag and start packing away my stuff.
While Zara and Yana join me, t he guys r u n straight to the water.
“That was such a petty thing to do. Why did he mess up while in such a good position?” Yana ask s.
“Because he’s a guy?” Zara shrug s , and I f ind that pretty comical.
Yana groan s . “And they say girls are petty. Whoever says that clearly hasn't met Luca Rossi.”
I laugh at that. “True . ”
Luca and his pettiness. “It might just be Italians,” I add, because Matt is not as crazy.
Ok,total lie.“Polish and Italian men.” I changed my mind.
“What do you say we go in the water?” Yana gives me a side hug and rests her head on my shoulder.
We must look comical, both of us covered in sand.
Sweat and sand, I hate sweat and sand.
I turn to Zara. She starts shaking her head. “Oh, hell no.”
“Come on, you look so lonely over there.”
She starts backing up, and Yana laughs. “Zeze! You can’t turn down a hug from Tilly.”
