Becca Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

The tropical sun was blinding, and honestly, I was too busy squinting at the horizon to notice where I was stepping. I waded into the crystal-clear water, took one blind step forward, and—thump. ​I bumped straight into a girl crouching in the shallows. ​"Oh, wow, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking at all," I blurted out, completely embarrassed. ​She turned around, flashing a warm, surprisingly thrilled smile. "It's totally okay," she said, her eyes lingering on me a second longer than expected. What I didn’t realize was that my silver-streaked hair and older, rugged look were exactly her type. She instantly saw an opportunity. ​As she tried to stand, she let out a dramatic gasp, gripping her ankle and stumbling back into the water. "Oh, ouch... I think when we collided, I twisted it." ​"Oh no, let me help," I said, instantly feeling guilty. Before I could think, I scooped her up into my arms to carry her back to the beach. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, resting her head against my chest with a satisfied grin I completely missed. ​As we reached her spot, I carefully leaned over to set her down on her purple towel. But between the shifting sand and her suddenly holding on a little too tight, my footing gave out. ​Instead of a smooth handoff, I tripped, falling directly on top of her. ​My face was inches from hers, both of us breathless. "I am so incredibly clumsy today, I'm sorry," I stammered, scrambling to get up. ​She just laughed, her eyes locked on mine. "Don't apologize. I think you're exactly what the doctor ordered."