[He's not sure how they're supposed to go either- he's never been the hugging type. At all. But this feels so right, so natural, he finds himself not complaining at all. She's in his arms, and everything is fine, and-
...and...
And they're in full view of everyone on the beach. Oh god, oh god, what if someone's watching them? With a sudden rush of embarrassment, he draws back, eyes wide, his hands holding on to her arms. Is this really the place for this kind of thing!?]
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...and...
And they're in full view of everyone on the beach. Oh god, oh god, what if someone's watching them? With a sudden rush of embarrassment, he draws back, eyes wide, his hands holding on to her arms. Is this really the place for this kind of thing!?]