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Greer
Iagreed to this. I have to remind myself of this a lot throughout my day. No matter what I’m doing, my mind always wanders back to my conversation withthemwhere most of them agreed that this was an excellent idea.
All except for Brady.
He hated it.
And now it’s his job to teach me.
In the moment, I was brave and so very stupid. I really, really want them to like me, but actually surfing and competing on their team when I’ve never surfed before a day in my whole freaking life?
No, just no.
And now I’ve got to put my money where my big, stupid, fat mouth ran off to.
I have likely doomed them all because, let’s face it, I have a sense of balance when I dance, but that’s with a solid floor under my feet. On a surfboard? All fucking bets are off, and you tell me what dancing has to do with surfing.
Am I crazy or what?
It’s too late to turn back now that I’ve made promises to them though. This is how I find myself walking down the sandy trail to the beach with only an hour until the sun sets.
I’m meeting Brady there so my lessons can begin. The others offered to meet us there as well, but I politely declined. If they were watching, I think it might make me nervous, at least until I know a little bit about what I’m doing. The last thing I want to do is look like a fool in front of them.
I find Brady waiting for me exactly where he said he would be. His surfboard is on the sand next to one of the ones the resort has on hand for its guests.
If I’m really going to take this seriously, and I plan on doing just that, then I’m going to need to get myself a board of my very own. Perhaps one of the guys will want to go with me to pick one out when they have a day off or a free afternoon, though I really hate the thought of taking up all of their free time. They have lives, families, and friends outside of this place, and I would do well to remember that.
I dump my bag in the sand beside the boards and kick off my flip-flops, more than ready to get this first time over with so that maybe my nerves can calm down about this whole thing and take a chill pill.
And maybe if Brady can put a shirt on, it might help make this situation just a little bit easier, because the man’s got abs for days and I want to explore them like I’ve never wanted anything before in my whole life.
Where’s his stupid wetsuit?
He eyes me like he’s so far from being impressed with me that it just might be one of the most insulting things I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t even blame him for it.
I slip my cover-up off and fold it neatly before placing it on top of my bag. I’ve never been a neat freak, but when I’m nervous I get very OCD, plus I’m trying to look like I’m not about to pee myself. I wouldn’t be able to tell you if it’s more the nerves about surfing or Brady’s perfect, tan body. The memory of his kiss alone is enough to make my nipples harden beneath the fabric of my bikini top, and all of a sudden, I regret taking off that cover-up. My kingdom for two wetsuits!
I catch Brady’s eyes as they heat up when he takes in all the skin I’ve now got on display. I feel a whole lot better about everything after seeing that.
With a lot of patience that I absolutely did not expect from him, Brady walks me through how to position myself on the board on my belly. It takes me a few tries before I’m comfortable with popping up onto my feet, and I just know that when I go for it in the water, I’m going to find myself face-first in the ocean’s blue depths, but I’m not so shabby on land.
Honestly, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised by how patient he is with me or by how great of a teacher he is. It’s obvious to me just how much he loves what he’s doing. This isn’t just a job to him. He genuinely loves surfing, and he’s taking teaching me seriously because he really wants to win the competition.
I’m slightly terrified I’m going to be the one who sinks everything, crushing their hopes and dreams.
“Pick it up,” he instructs as he gestures toward the board I’ve been using.
I do as he says, but I’m disappointed with it being over already. I mean, I learned something, yeah, but there is still a sliver of sunshine above the water. It’s beautiful.
“There aren’t any waves right now, and that’s okay, you’re not ready for all of that yet. I just want you to sit on your board and get a feel for it in the water. Paddle around a little, and then we’ll call it quits for the day. You did good, by the way. Better than most girls like you, girls who are guests. You actually listened to me and truly wanted to learn. This might not be the worst idea we’ve come up with before.”
This time it’s me who is not impressed with him. I love the compliments, and I really want to preen under them because it feels good to know he sees how seriously I’m taking this and that I’m actually trying, but I can really do without the backhanded parts.
A girl like me, huh?
I am getting so damn tired of hearing this nonsense from all of them at every turn. It’s me who’s going out of my way to help them. If I really was just a girl likethat,I would have said fuck this a long time ago and then went about working on my summer tan when I wasn’t partying it up with that creep Tristan.
