The sun was warm on their faces, as they lazed about. The sound of waves cresting, falling, crashing into sandy sand free of shells and friendly to feet, was all that filled their minds. There was nothing left to hold them there except for the weight of one another as their fingers lay intertwined, precariously strewn across the sand. They speculated back and forth about the logistics and logic of staying like that forever, but it was an idea discarded in favor of simply staying on the beach forever. Days would be spent on sun drenched towels in sea drenched bodies while sipping on Mexican beers and mai-tais; nights would be spent on lavender soaked sheets in sweat soaked bodies while drinking in each other's passions and desires.