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“Erm, you want me to grab B?”
“You named your board?” He beams at me. “About damn time.”
“Have we already spoken about this?” I frown, trying to recall.
“Before.”
It’s all he needs to say. The more we talk, the more Cove likes to drop in little mentions of ‘before’ – before I had a breakdown, went away and forgot all about him.
“Oh.”
“What did you call her, B?”
“Yeah. It’s short for Betsy.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, why?”
“That’s what I named my board.”
“That’s weird. Did I know that?”
“Yeah. You thought I was crazy.”
“Well, something must have stuck because the name just came to me a couple of weeks back and I can’t change it now.”
“It’s okay. It suits her. Betsy is a good, strong, reliable board. She’ll see you right. Okay grab Betsy for me and get her in position.
I have to put the phone down to do as he says but once I’m done I pick it back up.
“Sorted.”
“Right, now sit on her like you would while waiting for a lull in the surf to pass.”
I straddle my board, feeling silly.
“Damn. That’s perfect,” Cove tells me, making me blush even harder than before. “I should have insisted on the bikini now… Right, bear with me while I get sorted. I gotta put you down for a minute so stay there.”
Cove puts the phone down, giving me a fabulous view of the bright blue sky. It’s a gorgeous day and there’s not a cloud to be seen.
I look out of my own window to admire the lovely weather for a moment but movement on the screen catches my attention. Where Cove’s put the phone down in the sand, I can see him standing over the phone, removing his top. Oh my.
He really is bronzed to perfection and gorgeous. The perfect quintessential surfer boy next door. My heart thunders as I try not to stare.
“Enjoying the view?” Busted!
“The weather looks lovely,” I squeak. Cove chuckles.
“Right, I’m ready, I just need to attach you to the harness and we’re good to go. I have to flip the camera round to do that, so sorry, no more abs for you, just the boring old ocean.”
Thankfully, I’m saved from having to hide my embarrassment as the view switches from Cove’s bright blue teasing eyes to the bright blue tantalising ocean. I miss it.
Some awkward fumbling and a close up of Cove’s palm, and then we’re away. My view is unobstructed and Cove is running towards the sea with his board – Betsy – under his arm.
He hits the water and climbs onto his board, paddling out and ducking under the larger waves when he comes to them. Without thinking, I switch from straddling my board to lying on and subconsciously mirroring his stance.
The sound of the ocean fills my room and if I close my eyes, I swear the scents do too.
