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While I am disappointed I can’t hold a grudge when I understand the consequences of our actions.
My actions.
It was reckless of me to succumb to an urge.
I can still feel his soft lips against mine, tasting, consuming, comforting. And then, I can sense him retracting.
“Whatever you do, don’t get caught in the impact zone.” Jamey nods once and signals me to go first. “There’s no mercy here, the waves will crush you.”
Did I throw myself into the impact zone willingly?
The water washes over my skin, cooling my system as a ray of sunshine peeks through a crack in the sky.
I don’t know what to do.
Do I continue to torture myself by coming in here, and spending time with him when he made it clear it’s just business?
I like his company yet it feels like I’m walking on eggshells around him. Picking my words carefully to not sound juvenile or out of place.
I don’t know his intentions and I’m not sure it’s my place to ask.
A nice deed does not mean more than what it is.
It could have been the heat of the moment that sucked us both, but in reality, the stakes are higher when his career comes first.
Focus on whatyouwant, I remind myself like a mantra.
I want to gain the skills to cultivate my career as a tattoo artist. Gain more experience. And find my place.
“There you go, Len. Charge it. I know you can do this.”
Jamey’s words are like a friendly breeze caressing my skin as a wave curls, creating a perfect slope behind me while I continue to paddle, then I quickly move to a slightly bent standing position and ride it.
On top of a wave, I feel invincible. And I stay on it until it fades.
Getting off of the board, I take a long inhale before I dive underwater.
The peace swallows me in and casts me under its spell as I swim around, letting the bad energy sink to the depths of the ocean as foam rolls around me.
When I can’t hold my breath anymore I resurface, creases form and I hone in on my blurred shape, getting lost in my thoughts again.
“Good surfers can feel the ocean. Connect to it. And become one with the tides.”
Small waves ripple a few feet away from me, and whitewater color different sections.
I should’ve kept our interactions minimal from the beginning.
I shouldn’t have said what I said to him.
I shouldn’t be entangled with my boss.
I feel so stupid.
So immature for even thinking about all of this.
He didn’t even make me feel bad about it, he deftly swatted it like it was a mosquito he needed to get rid of.
Why can’t I just treat him like a coworker?
