One day he told me to meet him at a beach different from where we usually went, and I moved closer to see cameras and lighting and makeup and Jamie sitting in a chair, a woman applying waterproof foundation with a makeup sponge on his face and shoulders.

Gee, Jamie, I thought, crossing my arms. When were you going to tell me about this?

I allowed myself to blend into the background as I watched Jamie go out into the surf, and stand there, posing. He looked ridiculous, yet really hot, hands on his hips at one point, going underwater and then walking out of the surf at another point. Part of me was possessive of him. Another part of me wondered how long this could go on. Another part of me had a lifeguard fantasy that starred him, as the water splashed onto the red swim...

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