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"At Black’s?" I clarify, brows raised

"Sure, why not?"

"I know next to nothing about surfing, and even I know Black’s does not have a bunny hill, Logan"

"There’s a section of nude beach here Maybe I just want to get you naked"

I press roan "I’ll be there in twenty"

TAKING THE WOODEN stairs that lead down the cliffside, I spot London’s bright orange bikini top al, just a neon speck in this uys who look al how patient she is as she waits for just the right wave, how determined she becomes when she finally finds one It’s hard not to want to run out and save her when she gets knocked into the surf, but I realized a long ti

I continue down to the beach and take a look around London’s right: for someone who’s lived ly little of that time at any of the but ocean and giant cliffs all around, and it’s easy to forget there’s a city just beyond it

London seesar shoulders, and tan skin I find a place for my board in the sand--carefully, just like she showed me--and sit down to wait for her She makes it to the shore and tucks her own board under her arh for water droplets to land ondown at me

I can’t help but lether ss out her hair and then, after a moment of hesitation, straddles h-pitched squeak "Cold!"

"Oops, sorry"

I fight halfheartedly against her atteainst my dry, warm one "You don’t look very sorry"

"Because I’ers teasing down et to tell you that last ti her ribs, I brushthe skin just below her breastsbecause this is a thing I can do now I think

"You mean when you tried to feedher chin "I liked your suit, too It took superhuet hard every time you touched me"

"I could barely concentrate; I’ainst her skin, runningthe column of her throat She smells like the ocean and sunblock, and I wonder idly how et her to blow off whatever it is she’s thinking about and co her top together and brush her wet hair over her shoulder "I want to apologize again for not seeing your texts I really would have liked to have seen you last night"

"It’s fine Your phone is crazy, I totally get how you ainst s onit when she says, "Are you a good monster, or a bad monster, Luke Sutter?"

I close my eyes and lean into her touch "Can’t I be both?"

She runs her finger from my hair toertip between my teeth, and bite it

"You make me sort of crazy," she says, eyes a little unfocused, ood"

"You’re like junk food"

I suck a little, and then ser "Junk food?"