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“Now. There are rules to surfing.” Brett tosses his phone onto his dresser. “You need to stay quiet, watch, and listen.” His voice is sharp.
“Aye-aye.” I go to salute him but stop midway at the intensity in his eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” He frowns as he peruses me from top to bottom.
I look down at my legs, which are bare since this wetsuit is a spring suit. Everything seems right even though I’m stuffed into this thing, and it feels like a thick layer of extra skin.
He takes my hand, and my eyes feast on his broad back. He’s tan with a sprinkle of freckles on his shoulders. My tongue tingles at the thought of licking them.
“Alex? What did I just say?” His voice snaps me out of my fascination with his tan back and up to his disapproving face.
“Um, I need to focus.”Please let that be right.
“Wrong.” His voice sounds sharp and disapproving.
We walk through the outside door and down the steps to the beach. The sand is slightly cool on my feet, the sun just now burning through the morning haze. For a moment, I’m jealous. This whole glorious landscape is his backyard.
“Take your board.” He hands me the giant board, which is way heavier than it looks.
“This is not a joke, Alexandrea. We don’t fuck with Mother Nature.” He puts his board under his arm and walks toward the water.
“What does that mean?” I ask, dragging mine.
“That this is not a joke. We respect the waves. Besides sex, surfing is one of life’s most powerful experiences.” He looks out at the ocean. “How well can you swim?”
“Well.” I look out at the waves and shiver because they looked way smaller a minute ago.
“Drop your board.” He sets his down, and I happily let go of my giant one. “Now, Curtis already waxed yours, but next time, you’ll do it.” And there goes my heart again, leaping to my throat because he saidnext time.
With a gasp, I breathe out, “Okay.”
He looks down at me, his hair curling a little around his ears, but I try to ignore it and make myself focus.
“The waves are small today. All I want you to do is get a feel for your board. It needs to be one with you. It’s all about balance.” I nod.
“Question?” I say, raising my hand.
He cocks his head and grins. “Yes, Alexandrea?”
“Why is my board giant-sized?”
“Because you should know bigger always feels better.” His ocean-blue eyes twinkle.
“You said to be serious.” I laugh as he reaches for me.
“I did,” he responds. “I take surfing and all things that are dangerous for you very seriously.”
He leans down and brushes my lips with his as I stand on my tiptoes, giving him more access to me. Instead, he swats my ass. I squeal.
“That’s for distracting me. Now, lie on your board, and let’s get the basics down, so you can go in the water later,” he says.
“Wait. You bragged that you were the best instructor. I want to learn how to surf today. Now, teach me.” I look down at the board. Sand sticks to the wax, already covering the humongous thing.
“As you wish. Lie on it.”
“Like this?” I lower myself, resting my elbows on the top.
“Christ.”
