"Would you like a lesson?" He smiles.
"In this water?" I head toward a bank of dry sand, my toes numb and blue from just that quick dip. "No thanks."
"Well, I was thinking we'd wear wet suits," he says, coming up behind me.
"Only if they're fur lined." I laugh, smoothing the sand with my foot, making a flat space for us to sit.
But he takes my hand and leads me away, all the way past the tide pools, and into a hidden natural cave.
"I had no idea this was here," I say, gazing around at the smooth rock walls, the recently raked sand, and the towels and surfboards piled up in the corner.
"Nobody does." He smiles. "That's why all my stuff is still here. Blends into the rock; most people walk right by without even seeing it. But then, most people live their whole lives without ever noticing what's directly in front of them."
"So how'd you find it?" I ask, settling onto the large green blanket he's laid out in the middle.
He shrugs. "I guess I'm not like most people."
He lies down beside me, then pulls me down too. Resting his cheek on the palm of his hand, he gazes at me for so long, I can't help but squirm.
"Why do you hide under those baggy jeans and hoodies?" he whispers, his fingers stroking the side of my face, pushing my hair behind my ear. "Don't you know how beautiful you are?"
I press my lips together and look away, liking the sentiment but wishing he'd stop. I don't want to go down this road of having to explain myself, defend why I am the way I am.
Obviously he'd prefer the old me, but it's too late for that. That girl died and left me in her place.
A tear escapes down my cheek, and I try to turn, not wanting him to see. But he holds me tight and won't let me go, erasing my sadness with a brush of his lips before merging with m
ine.
"Ever," he groans, voice thick, eyes burning, shifting until he's draped right across me, the weight of his body providing the most comforting warmth that soon turns to heat.
I run my lips along the line of his jaw, the square of his chin, my breath coming in short shallow gasps as his hips press and circle with mine, eliciting all of the feelings I've fought so hard to deny. But I'm tired of fighting, tired of denying. I just want to be normal again. And what could be more normal than this?
I close my eyes as he removes my sweatshirt, surrendering, yielding, allowing him to unbutton my jeans and remove them too. Consenting to the press of his palm and push of his fingers, telling myself that this glorious feeling, this dreamy exuberance surging inside me could only be one thing-could only be Love.
But when I feel his thumbs anchored in the elastic of my panties, guiding them down, I sit up abruptly and push him away. Part of me wanting to continue, to pull him back to me-only not here, not now; not in this way.
"Ever," he whispers, his eyes searching mine. But I just shake my head and turn away, feeling his warm wonderful body mold around mine, his lips on my ear saying, "It's all right. Really. Now sleep."
"Damen?" I roll over, squinting in the dim light, as my hand explores the empty space beside me.
Patting the blanket again and again, until I'm convinced he's truly not there. "Damen?" I call again, glancing around the cave, the distant sound of crashing waves the only reply.
I slip on my sweatshirt and stumble outside, staring into the fading afternoon light, scanning the beach, expecting to find him.
But when I don't see him anywhere, I head back inside, seeing the note he left on my bag, and unfolding it to read:
Gone surfing. Be back soon. -D
I run back outside, note still in hand, rushing up and down the shore, scanning for surfers, one in particular. But the only two out there are so blond and pale, it's clear they're not Damen.
Twenty-One
When I pull into the driveway I'm surprised to see someone sitting on the front steps, but when I get closer, I'm even more surprised to see that it's Riley.
"Hey," I say, grabbing my bag and slamming the car door, a little harder than planned.
"Sheesh!" she says, shaking her head and staring at me. "I thought you were gonna run me over."