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“ Like what?” June rolled her hips and slid her legs under her and to the side.
“I would like to restore my dads motorcycle, but resources are limited here. Besides, my roommate keeps me busy.”
“Who is your roommate?”
“Max, my coworker.”
“And anyone else?”
“That’s it, just one. We’re in a two bedroom apartment.”
“Oh.”
“How are you liking your roommates?” He grabbed both paper wrappers and set them in the cooler.
“I really like Brittanya and Whitney. Fade has come over a few times and he’s pretty funny.”
“He’s a good guy and treats Whitney like she’s a saint.”
“I noticed that.” She bit her lip. “Would you like to put our feet in the water?” June was curious about what the salt water was like, thinking about actors in movies splashing each other in the shallow end.
“Yeah, we can do that.” He stood and helped her up. Wolfie peeled his shirt off exposing his sparse but fuzzy chest, his side tattoo of a ship and bicep tattoo of a female lion, they were beautiful. His shoulders rounded on top of stocky biceps and thick forearms.
She copied him and removed her shorts and tee shirt. “What are your tattoos of?” She could clearly see them but was hoping for the meaning behind them.
“Oh,” he looked down, “This the lion for my mom, she’s a Leo and into astrology. The galleon is from my dads favorite poem, ‘The Highwayman’.”
They turned to the water, “What does a boat have to do with the highway?” His knuckles brushed her arm and June wondered how his hand would feel in hers.
“The first line is ‘The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees, the moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas’.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“I’m not seeing that you have any.” He took the opportunity to look down at June's body.
She roughly swallowed and halfway lied. “I haven’t thought of one yet.” Ben always told her how trashy people looked with tattoos. If she had gotten a tattoo she wouldn’t amount to anything. Her feet hit the wet sand and it was cool under her feet. It felt good. The tide rode up, cooling her ankles.
He stepped forward, “If you do, I know a guy.”
"Is it who did yours?"
"Yes, Murphy. He's very talented."
She pointed out to the ocean, “How far can we go?” All she knew was currents and riptides swept people away to drown them.
He reached his hand out, “Here.” She grabbed his hand and her legs splashed water at him as she approached. “Well don’t splash me.”
“Afraid to get wet in the ocean?” June began to tease.
Wolfgang whipped her arm around herself, restraining her arms and lifted her up. “No!” She screamed as he swooped her down in a baptizing motion. June inhaled as she surfaced, “Wolfie!” She marched through the water towards the sand.
“Here.” He extended a hand laughing.
“I don’t want your hand!” She became stubborn and continued towards the beach.
“June.” She ignored him, “Juniper!”
She smirked facing away from him, she could hear him following in the water. “What?” She spun around, looking at him over her shoulder as the sand became dry under her feet.
