Two boards laid on the sand near the shore. I automatically stood near the smaller, sleeker board. The other one was huge and all banged up with marks and scratches.
“No way.” He shook his head and gestured for me to stand near the bigger board. “You get the crappy starter board today, bookworm.” He crouched near the bigger board pointed at a strap of velcro tethered to the bottom of the board and gestured for me to come forward. “This is your leash,” he told me, and he undid the velcro before fastening it around my ankle. One of his hands encircled my ankle and the warm contact of his skin shocked me.
If he ran that warm, no wonder the guy was always shirtless.
The contact ended before my thought did and he strode over to fasten his own leash before he laid down on his front on the boa
