shield.
I almost drowned.
I groaned. “There went my surfer of the year award,” I whined.
His laugh was strained as his arms encircled me and dragged my sand-crusted body into his lap. “I think you just took about ten years off my life.”
“I’m sorry.”
“This isn’t your fault,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I should never have set you loose on that wave. The water was getting too rough.”
“I had a good time,” I protested, trying to sit up. Pain shot through my head. “Until I hit my head.”
“You hit your head?” he said frantically as his fingers sank into my hair.
I yelped.
“Fuck,” he swore. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be shark bait right about now.”
I felt a faint shudder move through his limbs when they tightened around me. “I tried to get there sooner. The current grabbed you and pulled you away.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t,” he said, his voice hard. He slipped his arm under my shoulders. “Can you sit up? I need to check your head.”
I did and then lifted my fingers to where my skull throbbed.
Cam brushed away my fingers and then gently probed the area I pointed out. “You’re not bleeding, thank God,” he announced. “But you have a knot the size of a walnut back here.”
“I’ll live.”
“I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m fine.” Not to mention, I wasn’t going spend all the money I just made on a doctor bill.
“You could have a concussion.”
“I don’t.”
“Does anything else hurt?”
“No.”
“Can you stand?”
“If you want me to stand, you have to release the death grip you have on my body.”
He released me and stood, gingerly helping me to my feet. I really didn’t feel that bad, just a little dizzy and very water logged. He put his arm around my waist and supported some of my weight as we walked over toward our stuff.
“Wonder what time it is?” I said and bent to retrieve my cell phone from my bag. Bending over wasn’t a good idea, as all the blood rushed to my head way to fast and I swayed.
“Whoa,” Cam said, pulling me back up. Then his mouth pulled into a grim line. “We’re going to the doctor.”
“I have to work at ten,” I protested.
“Call in and tell them you can’t make it.”
“I can’t do that! I might get fired.”
“They aren’t going to fire you for having a head injury.”
“I can’t miss work.” I worried, thinking about the money I’d be losing.
Cam pretty much ignored me and grabbed up my cover-up and then gently pulled it over my head. I lifted my arms and he pulled it down, adjusting it so it covered my bikini.
“Sit down for a second. I’m going to go grab my board down by the water. Then we’ll go.”
It felt good to sit down. My body was so incredibly tired. I suddenly felt like I’d just spent ten rounds in a boxing ring and I lost every single one of them.
Cam returned, tossed on his shirt, and grabbed up my bag and his board. “Wait here,” he said as he jogged it all toward the car.
I got up, brushing away what I could of the sand and followed after him. I made it about twenty feet when everything kind of tilted on me. I stopped walking and just focused on the ground, pushing away the worst of the dizziness.
Cam appeared, slowly picking me up and carrying me to the Mustang. I wasn’t about to complain because he was touching me and I loved when he touched me.
He didn’t say anything as he sat me in the passenger seat and buckled the seat belt around my body. Before he pulled away, he pressed a tender kiss on my lips.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“It wasn’t for you. It was for me.”
Well, if that wasn’t just the most perfect thing he could say. Like ever.
I pretty much
I almost drowned.
I groaned. “There went my surfer of the year award,” I whined.
His laugh was strained as his arms encircled me and dragged my sand-crusted body into his lap. “I think you just took about ten years off my life.”
“I’m sorry.”
“This isn’t your fault,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I should never have set you loose on that wave. The water was getting too rough.”
“I had a good time,” I protested, trying to sit up. Pain shot through my head. “Until I hit my head.”
“You hit your head?” he said frantically as his fingers sank into my hair.
I yelped.
“Fuck,” he swore. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be shark bait right about now.”
I felt a faint shudder move through his limbs when they tightened around me. “I tried to get there sooner. The current grabbed you and pulled you away.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t,” he said, his voice hard. He slipped his arm under my shoulders. “Can you sit up? I need to check your head.”
I did and then lifted my fingers to where my skull throbbed.
Cam brushed away my fingers and then gently probed the area I pointed out. “You’re not bleeding, thank God,” he announced. “But you have a knot the size of a walnut back here.”
“I’ll live.”
“I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’m fine.” Not to mention, I wasn’t going spend all the money I just made on a doctor bill.
“You could have a concussion.”
“I don’t.”
“Does anything else hurt?”
“No.”
“Can you stand?”
“If you want me to stand, you have to release the death grip you have on my body.”
He released me and stood, gingerly helping me to my feet. I really didn’t feel that bad, just a little dizzy and very water logged. He put his arm around my waist and supported some of my weight as we walked over toward our stuff.
“Wonder what time it is?” I said and bent to retrieve my cell phone from my bag. Bending over wasn’t a good idea, as all the blood rushed to my head way to fast and I swayed.
“Whoa,” Cam said, pulling me back up. Then his mouth pulled into a grim line. “We’re going to the doctor.”
“I have to work at ten,” I protested.
“Call in and tell them you can’t make it.”
“I can’t do that! I might get fired.”
“They aren’t going to fire you for having a head injury.”
“I can’t miss work.” I worried, thinking about the money I’d be losing.
Cam pretty much ignored me and grabbed up my cover-up and then gently pulled it over my head. I lifted my arms and he pulled it down, adjusting it so it covered my bikini.
“Sit down for a second. I’m going to go grab my board down by the water. Then we’ll go.”
It felt good to sit down. My body was so incredibly tired. I suddenly felt like I’d just spent ten rounds in a boxing ring and I lost every single one of them.
Cam returned, tossed on his shirt, and grabbed up my bag and his board. “Wait here,” he said as he jogged it all toward the car.
I got up, brushing away what I could of the sand and followed after him. I made it about twenty feet when everything kind of tilted on me. I stopped walking and just focused on the ground, pushing away the worst of the dizziness.
Cam appeared, slowly picking me up and carrying me to the Mustang. I wasn’t about to complain because he was touching me and I loved when he touched me.
He didn’t say anything as he sat me in the passenger seat and buckled the seat belt around my body. Before he pulled away, he pressed a tender kiss on my lips.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“It wasn’t for you. It was for me.”
Well, if that wasn’t just the most perfect thing he could say. Like ever.
I pretty much
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