Chapter 5Knox
“Thought I might see you out here, Trev.”
Knox sat up, dripping wet and savoring the heady scent of the Atlantic Ocean as it oozed from every sopping pore. Trevor sat atop his surfboard, long, pale thighs gently gripping the same lime green and pink striped board he’d ridden back in high school. His body was as taut and firm as ever, glistening wet and smooth as silk. How he’d longed to touch it, to caress it, to savor it, so many years ago. Suddenly, he had the same urge now. Trevor gave a little nod, knowing but quiet, as if he was eager to keep a secret all to himself.
“You sure you remember how to do this?”
Knox gave a self-conscious chuckle, patting the gaily colored board he currently straddled. It was at least a size too small for him, and the gift shop had been ou
