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“You’ll have to play it for me again sometime,” I offer, but Lily keeps her gaze off of me.This is torture.“So, are you going to explain what you were doing on your computer, or is it some big secret?”
Lily dismissively waves her hand. “Job applications, planning out the schedule for next semester, recruiting for a heist.”
“Find anything interesting?”
Our eyes lock for a second that could easily stretch into hours. Her red-painted lips remain stitched together as she shakes her head.
I guess that’s the end of the conversation.
“Nothing to report to you.” She smirks. “Now, let’s go, I’m reaching a level of hangry I’ve never been before.”
Chapter9
Lily
This past week,I’ve fallen into a simple routine of picking up lunch for Nico and me before heading to the beach. In the mornings while Nico is surfing, I’ve been feeling extra creative. I’m already working on a new novella.
Temporary title:The Surf Instructor.
Alternate temporary title:Beneath the Board Shorts.
“What are you doing with that boy who’s always following you around like a spoiled little puppy?” Ana, the owner of the quaint beachside cafe, hands over a bag full to the brim withcoxinhasfor me and Nico to share.
I give her a soft smile. “You know, nothing yet.”
“He better be keeping you entertained. Otherwise, I’ll have to tell my son to take you out.” Ana waves me goodbye, and I make my way to the door.
“Tchau, Ana.”
“See you tomorrow,menina linda,” she calls after me.
The sun’s white light pinches at my vision as I make my way down a path to lounge on Copacabana Beach.
As much as I’ve enjoyed keeping my mind on writing, I’m antsy. Which is exactly why I’m on a mission today to get introduced to Nico’s surf instructor, Diego.
Nothing like a summer fling,who isn’t off-limits, to keep me entertained.
There are about ten people in Nico’s co-ed surf class. I spot the flag on the waterfront where a large group of surfers are already carrying their boards back to shore. Since Nico’s not capable of keeping his phone on him, we’ve planned to meet here for lunch every day.
My friend’s muscular body is impossible to miss, even amid the crowd. Nico’s built shoulders and abs gleam beneath the sun. He’s laughing with Marcelo and João, a pair of locals in his class. I force my ogling stare away from my friend and onto my prime target—Diego.
Diego follows his students onto the shore. If there were a photograph next to the definition of panty dropper, it would be this man’s face.
The best part of my day begins.
All four guys shake out their hair, and Nico’s long strands splatter water onto Diego’s chest.
Wow.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life, and I’ve seen some shit that would blow the best storytellers out of the water.
I clench my thighs as I take a seat on the beach chair usually waiting for me.
My attention slips from Diego’s brawny build to Nico’s tattoos.
The ink has caught my interest many times now. I need to put my curiosity to rest and ask him what the scattered pieces mean. That’s a friendly thing to do, right?
Nico turns his head and catches me staring just as a droplet of drool falls from my mouth and onto the exposed skin of my thigh. I wipe it away with the back of my hand.
