“God,” Beck muttered, leaning against the piled-up pillows behind him with a heavy sigh. “I never want to feel sand anywhere near my body ever again.”

Myla giggled, leaning against him.  “Are you saying no more tropical vacations for us?”

“I had sand in my ears and even my buttcrack!” Beck whined, pulling Myla closer. “And in a few other unsavory places I can’t name in delicate company!” 

“What more unsavory place can you possibly not mention when you’ve ...