where he can keep an eye on me. He’s tired of me leaving work early.”
“And your response was to leave work early?”
She turns to me and I can see by the apologetic look in her eyes that she agreed to her father’s demands. “I’m so sorry, Claire, but I need my car.”
I nod and manage a weak smile. “It’s no big deal. I can find another roommate. And, hey, Linda might actually give me more hours if I ask Adam to go on a date with her.”
“God, I feel like such a dirt-bag leaving you hanging like this. I really wanted to spend the rest of the summer here.”
“Don’t feel bad,” I say, grabbing her hand. “I’ll be fine. And you and Eddie are welcome to hang out or sleepover whenever you want.”
She stares at me for a moment and I can see the wheels turning in her head. “You should move in with—”
“Don’t say it!”
“Whatever. Are you two still going surfing today?”
“Yeah, unless you want to do something. I feel like I should be spending the rest of this week with you.”
“Oh, please. You act like I’m dying in four days.”
“Well, not all of you.”
“Yeah, just the part that loves watching you meditate.”
At exactly six in the evening, a knock comes at the door. I’m ready with my yellow bikini underneath my faded-blue Roxy T-shirt and a pair of white board shorts that I usually only wear around the house because they barely cover my ass, but Senia insisted I wear them. I’m excited. I’ve seen guys—hot guys—surfing at the beach dozens of times since I moved to Wrightsville Beach, but something about getting to see Adam out there gives me butterflies. I’m finally going to get to share his passion for the water with him. And enough time, and meditation, has passed between Saturday and today that I’m feeling a lot less guilty about leaving him hanging.
I open the door and Adam is leaning against the doorframe with one hand in the pocket of his board shorts. He’s shirtless so even when he looks up at me with those striking green eyes, all I can look at is his perfectly muscular chest.
“Are you ready to get tossed?”
“Is that a promise?” I say as I step outside.
He laughs as he throws his arms around my waist, lifts me off the ground, and kisses me. His lips are warm and soft as I take his bottom lip between my teeth.
He moans softly and I feel him stiffening against me. “You’d better stop that or I’m going to take you upstairs right now.”
I give him a soft peck on the lips then tighten my arms around his neck as I lay my head on his shoulder. He squeezes me tightly and I sigh. This is the best hug I’ve gotten in months. He finally sets me down and cradles my face as he kisses both my eyelids.
“Thanks for coming with me.”
I grin uncontrollably because something has shifted between us. Something magical is happening. I feel deliriously happy for the first time since Chris left.
Adam says he normally walks to the beach, but today we’re taking the truck because he brought an extra surfboard for me. He parks in front of a house near the beach and carries both our boards across the sand. He lays the boards flat on the damp sand near the edge of the water and looks at me.
“Have you ever surfed?”
“I have, actually. Fallon, the girl who taught me to meditate, tried to teach me a couple of times. I actually stood up on the board once.”
“Good,” he says, tucking his board under his arm. “Then I don’t have to go through all the standard stuff about how to pop up.”
“Really? We’re just going to go right out?”
“Claire, the sun’s going down in less than two hours. You won’t be able to surf after the sun goes down.”
“But you do.”
“Because I don’t need to see the water to know where it’s going.”
I can’t help but sigh as I peel off my clothes. “That is so hot.”
“Besides, the sharks come out at night.”
“Sharks!”
He shakes his head as he bounds toward the water. I grab my board and
“And your response was to leave work early?”
She turns to me and I can see by the apologetic look in her eyes that she agreed to her father’s demands. “I’m so sorry, Claire, but I need my car.”
I nod and manage a weak smile. “It’s no big deal. I can find another roommate. And, hey, Linda might actually give me more hours if I ask Adam to go on a date with her.”
“God, I feel like such a dirt-bag leaving you hanging like this. I really wanted to spend the rest of the summer here.”
“Don’t feel bad,” I say, grabbing her hand. “I’ll be fine. And you and Eddie are welcome to hang out or sleepover whenever you want.”
She stares at me for a moment and I can see the wheels turning in her head. “You should move in with—”
“Don’t say it!”
“Whatever. Are you two still going surfing today?”
“Yeah, unless you want to do something. I feel like I should be spending the rest of this week with you.”
“Oh, please. You act like I’m dying in four days.”
“Well, not all of you.”
“Yeah, just the part that loves watching you meditate.”
At exactly six in the evening, a knock comes at the door. I’m ready with my yellow bikini underneath my faded-blue Roxy T-shirt and a pair of white board shorts that I usually only wear around the house because they barely cover my ass, but Senia insisted I wear them. I’m excited. I’ve seen guys—hot guys—surfing at the beach dozens of times since I moved to Wrightsville Beach, but something about getting to see Adam out there gives me butterflies. I’m finally going to get to share his passion for the water with him. And enough time, and meditation, has passed between Saturday and today that I’m feeling a lot less guilty about leaving him hanging.
I open the door and Adam is leaning against the doorframe with one hand in the pocket of his board shorts. He’s shirtless so even when he looks up at me with those striking green eyes, all I can look at is his perfectly muscular chest.
“Are you ready to get tossed?”
“Is that a promise?” I say as I step outside.
He laughs as he throws his arms around my waist, lifts me off the ground, and kisses me. His lips are warm and soft as I take his bottom lip between my teeth.
He moans softly and I feel him stiffening against me. “You’d better stop that or I’m going to take you upstairs right now.”
I give him a soft peck on the lips then tighten my arms around his neck as I lay my head on his shoulder. He squeezes me tightly and I sigh. This is the best hug I’ve gotten in months. He finally sets me down and cradles my face as he kisses both my eyelids.
“Thanks for coming with me.”
I grin uncontrollably because something has shifted between us. Something magical is happening. I feel deliriously happy for the first time since Chris left.
Adam says he normally walks to the beach, but today we’re taking the truck because he brought an extra surfboard for me. He parks in front of a house near the beach and carries both our boards across the sand. He lays the boards flat on the damp sand near the edge of the water and looks at me.
“Have you ever surfed?”
“I have, actually. Fallon, the girl who taught me to meditate, tried to teach me a couple of times. I actually stood up on the board once.”
“Good,” he says, tucking his board under his arm. “Then I don’t have to go through all the standard stuff about how to pop up.”
“Really? We’re just going to go right out?”
“Claire, the sun’s going down in less than two hours. You won’t be able to surf after the sun goes down.”
“But you do.”
“Because I don’t need to see the water to know where it’s going.”
I can’t help but sigh as I peel off my clothes. “That is so hot.”
“Besides, the sharks come out at night.”
“Sharks!”
He shakes his head as he bounds toward the water. I grab my board and
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