else.”
“You really believe that?” Derek asked incredulously.
“You don’t?” Thatcher questioned. “Isn’t Paola yours?”
“I love her to death but…I don’t necessarily think a divine being made her to share my life with. I’d give my life for her and I don’t want anyone else but…destiny? No. Sorry, I don’t believe that.”
“It’s okay,” Thatcher said. “But that doesn’t change what I believe. I know Nancy is mine.”
“But how? Have you said this about every girl you’ve been with?”
“No.” He said it without any emotion. “I just know. It can’t be explained. There’s a connection between us I never felt with anyone else. Maybe you haven’t found your soul mate yet and maybe you never will. But you have free will. If you prefer Paola, then that would make your love for her stronger.”
Since Derek didn’t believe in soul mates, he never expected to find anyone better than Paola. She was exactly what he wanted in a partner and a wife. “Nothing can change the way I feel about her. I don’t even check out other girls anymore. It’s like I’m immune.”
Thatcher smirked. “Me too. Well, I’ll see you later.” He looked over his shoulder and stared at Paola. “It looks like the other guys admire your lady too.” He nodded then walked back to his truck.
Derek sighed when he saw two guys talking to Paola, holding their boards. They were smiling at her, glancing at her body. Having a smokin’ hot girlfriend was great, but it was annoying when everyone else thought the same thing.
Derek grabbed his board and came to her. He immediately kissed her in front of the two guys, making it clear she was his. Then he pulled away and put his arm around her waist.
The guys sighed then walked off, realizing she was taken.
“Do you have to do that every time?” she asked.
“What?”
“Act like a caveman. I can handle myself.”
“It looked like they were having a great time gawking at you.”
“Who cares?”
His eyes widened. “I do. You’re mine. I don’t want some perverts looking at you.”
“You were a pervert that used to look at me all the time. How are you any different?” she challenged.
“Because I love you. And I take care of you. They just want to fuck you.”
“And you didn’t?” she snapped. “Don’t act like you weren’t just like them at one point.”
“I was,” he said darkly. “I’m not saying I wasn’t. But now I’m in love with you and I want you to myself. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“How would you feel if I did that when girls were hitting on you?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You think I care? Baby, throw yourself at me. Claim me. I would love that.”
She rolled her eyes then grabbed her board. “I’m hitting the surf.”
He growled while he watched her go. Instead of dwelling on their fight, he got into the water then hit his first wave. He stood up then sliced through the water, feeling connected to the wave in a way only a surfer would understand. When he fell, he swam to the surface and saw Paola moving through the waves with grace. She didn’t fall nearly as often as he did, and he had to admit she was the better surfer.
They spent the next hour hitting the waves and improving their form and stance. When the sun rose higher in the sky, they knew their session was over. Derek came out of the water with his board tucked underneath him. Paola joined him a second later, her hair clinging to her neck.
“The water was nice,” she said.
“Yeah, it was.” He grabbed her board and carried it for her.
They changed back into their clothes then headed for the truck. They didn’t bring up their earlier argument and drove back to their apartment in silence. She played with the radio then looked out the window.
“Why does it bother you so much?” he blurted.
She glanced at him. “It’s like you don’t trust me.”
“Trust has nothing to do with it. I just don’t like guys getting hard-ons because of
“You really believe that?” Derek asked incredulously.
“You don’t?” Thatcher questioned. “Isn’t Paola yours?”
“I love her to death but…I don’t necessarily think a divine being made her to share my life with. I’d give my life for her and I don’t want anyone else but…destiny? No. Sorry, I don’t believe that.”
“It’s okay,” Thatcher said. “But that doesn’t change what I believe. I know Nancy is mine.”
“But how? Have you said this about every girl you’ve been with?”
“No.” He said it without any emotion. “I just know. It can’t be explained. There’s a connection between us I never felt with anyone else. Maybe you haven’t found your soul mate yet and maybe you never will. But you have free will. If you prefer Paola, then that would make your love for her stronger.”
Since Derek didn’t believe in soul mates, he never expected to find anyone better than Paola. She was exactly what he wanted in a partner and a wife. “Nothing can change the way I feel about her. I don’t even check out other girls anymore. It’s like I’m immune.”
Thatcher smirked. “Me too. Well, I’ll see you later.” He looked over his shoulder and stared at Paola. “It looks like the other guys admire your lady too.” He nodded then walked back to his truck.
Derek sighed when he saw two guys talking to Paola, holding their boards. They were smiling at her, glancing at her body. Having a smokin’ hot girlfriend was great, but it was annoying when everyone else thought the same thing.
Derek grabbed his board and came to her. He immediately kissed her in front of the two guys, making it clear she was his. Then he pulled away and put his arm around her waist.
The guys sighed then walked off, realizing she was taken.
“Do you have to do that every time?” she asked.
“What?”
“Act like a caveman. I can handle myself.”
“It looked like they were having a great time gawking at you.”
“Who cares?”
His eyes widened. “I do. You’re mine. I don’t want some perverts looking at you.”
“You were a pervert that used to look at me all the time. How are you any different?” she challenged.
“Because I love you. And I take care of you. They just want to fuck you.”
“And you didn’t?” she snapped. “Don’t act like you weren’t just like them at one point.”
“I was,” he said darkly. “I’m not saying I wasn’t. But now I’m in love with you and I want you to myself. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“How would you feel if I did that when girls were hitting on you?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You think I care? Baby, throw yourself at me. Claim me. I would love that.”
She rolled her eyes then grabbed her board. “I’m hitting the surf.”
He growled while he watched her go. Instead of dwelling on their fight, he got into the water then hit his first wave. He stood up then sliced through the water, feeling connected to the wave in a way only a surfer would understand. When he fell, he swam to the surface and saw Paola moving through the waves with grace. She didn’t fall nearly as often as he did, and he had to admit she was the better surfer.
They spent the next hour hitting the waves and improving their form and stance. When the sun rose higher in the sky, they knew their session was over. Derek came out of the water with his board tucked underneath him. Paola joined him a second later, her hair clinging to her neck.
“The water was nice,” she said.
“Yeah, it was.” He grabbed her board and carried it for her.
They changed back into their clothes then headed for the truck. They didn’t bring up their earlier argument and drove back to their apartment in silence. She played with the radio then looked out the window.
“Why does it bother you so much?” he blurted.
She glanced at him. “It’s like you don’t trust me.”
“Trust has nothing to do with it. I just don’t like guys getting hard-ons because of
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