'This feels amazing!'

'Shall I take it to the next level?'

Since our kiss on her birthday, we really haven't found the opportunity to be in an intimate environment.

Taking advantage of the harmonious scene and ambiguous atmosphere, I lower my head slowly staring at Irene with deep emotion.

Our heads move closer and closer gradually until our foreheads touch. The exciting moment is finally here. Our hands now fiercely gripping each other that the veins on the backs of it are popping out.

My lips we getting closer. The were nearly touching ... *bang*

Irene's head had suddenly moved away and hit my approaching cheek mercilessly.

*Crack*

Did you hear that dear readers?

That was the sound of my heart breaking.

I need a band-aid for my broken heart and my jaw.

The sight of me leaning back in pain causes Irene to burst into laughter.

Irene with as much sincerity as wooden block pulls at my s.h.i.+rt, "Are you hurt? I'm soooooo sorry!".

"Hey at least pretend to care about my pain will you?" I say as I hold the right side of my face

"Are you really hurt?" She asks

"Not really, but I am confused."

"About what?"

Embarrased and humiliated, I try to confess, "Just now.... don't you understand?"

'Do I have to spell it out for her?'

'What should I even say'

'Excuse me, if you're fine with it, I'm going to kiss you?'

'That would totally ruin the mood

"Oooh that you were trying to take advantage of me so early in the morning?" She accuses.

I retort and deny all such accusations, "As if! I was just trying to...uhm..."

"You were just trying to what? what?" She looks at me waiting for an answer

"I was, just now, i was just going to fix your hair again"

"Yeah right, you clearly had improper thoughts. I could see it in your eyes. I know a pervert when I see one"

"Whose a pervert? I'm your boyfriend!"

"And ? Do you admit you were wrong to try and get frisky early in the morning?"

Like a wounded cat, "I'm sorry. I just you ... you were just too pretty" I twirl my fingers.

It's a really crazy scene to all the people around. Originally what was suppose to be a sweet scene of a handsome male lead kissing a beautiful female lead turned into a slapstick comedy, with the male acting so perfect.

A married man who was selling snacks on the beach couldn't help but offer his condolences at this scene which reminded him of his wife. 'It's good you learn this when young, Marriage is a relations.h.i.+p in which one person is always right and the other is the husband! Good Luck young man!'

A little embarra.s.sed at my confession, she swings her hand, which were still in mine and says, "Not in public okay. Let's continue walking"

'If it's not in public does that mean she's okay with it?'

Pus.h.i.+ng all my not so pure intentions out of my mind, I gently push on her soft hand before answering, "Yes, let's go on."

We idled along the beach again. The tide was surging in the morning, bringing plenty of seaweed, small fish and shrimp to the the shallow waters. The sand underwater was even softer and our feet would sink into it, leaving a set of deep footprints which would form mini pools when water would fill the s.p.a.ce created.

Soon my embarra.s.sment was replaced with pure joy and my inner kid decides to take control.

Smiling I challenge the little compet.i.tive girl to a compet.i.tion, "Baechu! Do you want to play the sand game with me? I used to play it often when I was a kid. The winner gets a wish from the other how about it?"

Almost instantly the fire in her eyes is light and she's turned from this cute lovely princess into a serious man killer, "Okay, fine"

"I'm giving you a warning okay, I'm a pro. They call me the korean excavator."

She just huffs and smiles, "Let's start"

"Once sec"

I run towards the middle-aged man whose selling snacks and ask to borrow a disposable chopstick. He kindly hands a set over and for some reason holds out his hand in a victory pose and says "Fighting".

'Strange did he hear about the bet all the way over here? His hearing is really good then'

I run back to Irene and we move a little away for sh.o.r.e , I proceed to make a huge clump of sand and put a chop stick in the middle.

For those of you who don't know how to play the sand game. It's easy the rules are simple. Find any thin object like a stick or pen. Then use sand to make a small hill which allows the object to stand upright. Each person then has a turn to take a bit of sand. The one who causes the object to fall loses. Got it?

Sitting on my knees, facing her on the one side of the man created hill while she's sat with her knees close to her chest.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors to do decide who goes first"

"Okay"

" rock-paper-scissors"

We both throw out paper on the first turn

" rock-paper-scissors"

This time I win, she threw paper once more while I threw scissors.

I smile and say, "Yes, let's go"

And with that cue, the most intense sand game in history has begun.