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“Whoa, look at Jack,” I say, gesturing towards him. “He looks like he’s about to snap.”
Jansen glances over at Jack and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that guy is always so intense. I don’t know how you can stand being around him. He's like a walking hurricane warning. I bet he's just mad because he lost his favorite surf wax or something.”
But I can’t help the way my heart races every time I see Jack. He’s just so... rugged and masculine. And the way he doesn’t back down from a challenge, it’s like he’s not afraid of anything.
As we continue walking, we overhear someone telling Jack that it’s too rough to surf today. He could drown.
But Jack just looks first at me, then looks his fellow surfer in the eye, and says, “Do I look like I give a shit? I've faced bigger challenges, like trying to find a parking spot at the mall on Black Friday.”
I can feel myself getting turned on by his boldness, but Jansen looks grossed out by the bugs in the sand. “Ugh, I can’t stand these things,” he says, waving his hand in front of his face. “They're like the vampires of the beach.”
I clear my throat. It’s like Jansen is talking about anything but the elephant in the room.
“Hey, so. We need to talk about something,” I finally say.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I just want to have clear communication since we’re not together. I think it’s best if we take a break from everything physical while we’re working out our issues,” I suggest.
Jansen nods in agreement. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Let’s just focus on talking and getting to know each other again. And trying not to get eaten by sand crabs.”
As we continue our walk along the beach, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for Jansen and me.
Shades of his sense of humor and why I feel for him is there. But still, something feels, without a doubt, different now. It would be silly to say that Jack isn’t a factor.
* * *
After the beachwe have dinner, and then I head back to the room.
The common outdoor showers are located on the side of the building, under the trees. I always prefer outdoor showers, personally. There’s just something about them that makes you feel more like you’re more ingrained in nature.
“You going to watch the video tonight?” I ask Jansen, peaking my head in before.
Jansen nods, his eyes glued to his phone. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it. I could use some more anatomy knowledge under my belt.”
“Sounds good,” I say, wrapping a towel around my body. “I’m going to head to shower off and then I’ll see you there.”
Jansen lays on the bed as I leave, looking at his phone.
Maybe Jack is right about the whole technology addiction thing. Because in that moment, I feel myself suddenly less attracted to him. Who goes to a tropical paradise and browses other people’s lives?
I head out to the pool deck and then turn to go to the shower heads. As I’m heading that way, I see Jack out of the corner of my eye.
With his black wet suit still on the lower half of his body, his ocean-wet hair is a mess and he looks absolutely delicious, all muscled and tanned. Damn, he looks hot.
I stare as he leans his surfboard against the wall. He's grumpy as hell.
“Hey,” I say, reaching out and putting my hand on his bicep. Electricity runs through me.
“Hey.”
“How were the waves today?” I say.
“Amelia. Cut it out.”
“Cut what out?”
He ever so gently wraps his hand around my throat and leans down. “Stop tempting me.”
