Jasper couldn’t believe his reality was kissing a beautiful woman while the surf lapped at his ankles. All kinds of things that had long been dormant were awakening inside him, and he didn’t quite know how to grapple with them.
So he just kept kissing Sasha, the gesture becoming more fervent, faster, fiery, until he slowed the movement, turning it tender again.
He finally pulled away and tucked her against his chest while his pulse thundered in his chest. Neither of them said anything, and the moment burned in his mind, searing into his memory where he knew he’d never forget it.
“What about hiking tomorrow?” she whispered against his collarbone. “Instead of surfing. I need to work myself up to that.”
“Is that why you didn’t answer me when I offered to teach you?”
She took a few second
