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“Twelve…mouthgasms?” I repeat, raising my eyebrow as I make eye contact with Jack. He shoots me a sly smile.
“Yeah, you know. Like when the food is so good it’s practically an orgasm in your mouth?” Kate laughs. “Oh my God, that sounds dirty, doesn’t it?”
Jack winks. “Amelia’s just shy. She loves mouthgasming. And when other people mouthgasm.”
I feel my cheeks heating. I shoot Jack a dirty look, but his eyes flit toward the entrance. “Wait. Where do I recognize that guy from?”
I turn and see the man. My face falls when I realize it’s Brad.
Terrific.
Brad makes a beeline toward us.
“Hey, Amelia. I thought you were going to bed for the night? Oh, what’s up man.” He gives Jack a headnod, recognizing him from earlier.
Jack grins. “Hey. What did you say your name was?”
“Brad.”
“Brad. Nice to meet you. Have a seat.”
He pulls out another chair, so now we’re all seated around a table.
Jack’s eyes flit to me for a split second, causing my body to heat.
“Brad’s…a surfer,” I say, trying to shift the conversation in his direction. “Brad was just telling me about his surfing competition in…where was that?”
“Panama,” Brad nods, and then goes off on a surfer tangent about the difference between the waves in Panama versus Costa Rica, and something about the moon. Honestly, he talks like he’s high all the time. I think he might be.
Our server comes and brings a round of drinks.
“Very cool. I’ve heard they have nice, beginner waves in Panama,” Jack says, stealing a pointed glance at me. “Tequila lime okay with you all? I took the liberty of putting in an order for everyone.”
Wow.Savage, Jack.Nice dig with the beginner waves.
“Jack, didn’t you mention earlier that you did a surfing competition in Hawaii?” Kate says, putting her hand on top of Jack’s.
“That was a long time ago, before I was too busy heading a multi-billion dollar company to take surf trips every summer.”
Jack smiles and takes a sip of his drink.
I stare at his eyes for a moment, though, and I’m not sure if I’m imagining it. But I feel like there’s this depth behind him.
I can't help but feel a little envious of Kate, getting to touch Jack like that. I try to push the thought out of my head and focus on the conversation at hand.
“Wait, What? You used to do surfing competitions? Was that before or after you graduated from Harvard?” I say, baiting him. He started it with the Yale-Harvard rivalry. Now it’s on the table.
To my surprise, the smile falls from his face. “After. I lived in Hawaii for two years and was a total beach bum in my early twenties.”
“Then what happened? Why’d you move?”
“Long story.”
“Okay. Well, we’ve got time.”
Jack clears his throat. “So how wild is it that you’re all here for the same retreat?”
“Are you going to answer the question?” I ask.
