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Zane swam beside her with ease. “Your first what?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on. It’s not nothing.” He paddled in front of her and floated backward, his foot tapping hers with one of his kicks. Blue eyes trained on her, he waited for an answer.
“I had my first kiss there.” Again, thanks to her cousin who had set her up with one of the boys for outdoor movie night.
“Was it any good?”
Her mouth dropped open at the ease with which he asked that question and water poured in. She spit and sputtered. Zane chuckled, so she splashed him.
“That’s none of your business,” she said, rubbing her lips together to rid them of the salty sensation.
“That means no.”
“It was fine.”
“Fine isn’t good. Fine isn’t even decent. Was it sloppy? All tongue and no finesse?”
Despite her embarrassment at his questions, Sophie found her pressed lips lifting at the corners. She liked that he didn’t hold back and was curious.
She’d never told anyone but Emma about the kiss and the awful way it had made her feel afterward. “He…he shoved his tongue down my throat, and yes, it was sloppy and too aggressive and I hated every second of it.”
“I guess he didn’t get a second kiss, then.”
She smiled, happy that Zane didn’t pity her. And the way he spoke, like the guy was a bonehead for kissing her like that, made her light-headed. “He most definitely did not. What about you? How was your first kiss?”
The water ebbed and flowed, the current moving toward Lady Face, bringing them closer to the massive rock with minimal effort. She wished they could stay out here forever.
He cocked an eyebrow and pursed his mouth in a far too self-satisfied smirk.
Figured. He probably knocked some girl into another orbit with his first kiss.
“Awesome,” he said. “But then I kissed an older woman, so she knew what to do with me.”
“You were nervous?”
“Isn’t everyone?”
“I just thought—”
“You thought because I’m Zane Hollander I don’t get anxious or worry like everyone else? I’m not that special, Sophie. Just good on a surfboard.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I thought first kisses didn’t matter as much to guys as they did to girls, so they didn’t really get nervous. A girl dreams about it. Thinks about it constantly. Wants it to be perfect and go on for hours. Boys want to rush through it so they can get to other things.”
He drifted closer. Tiny dots of light danced in his eyes. His stares always ratcheted up her heart rate, but this time she heard the beat pounding in her ears. “What other things are we talking about?” he said.
A really nice ache stretched up and down her inner thighs that had nothing to do with treading water. “You know,things.”
The dimple in his left cheek appeared, and Sophie crushed harder. She couldn’t pull her eyes away. So unlike her past infatuations, where she easily diverted her gaze to save herself from being discovered.
“Oh, I do know. Iamone of these boys you speak of. But I’m wondering if you could say one of those things out loud.”
“Why?” she breathed. No way was this flirting going anywhere. He had models and actresses and beach bunnies to pick from.Not this week.
“Because I—Ow. Hell.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Thanks for the warning,” he teased.
“I’m sorry!” Her cheeks heated. She’d been so preoccupied with her eyes on his that she hadn’t noticed they’d been swimming the whole time. How she missed the giant rock proved how preoccupied she was.
