Page 75 of Reckless Hearts

And I’m sure he is.

“I was born ready, Alana.”

If someone wereto ask me to come up with the perfect twenty-four hours, then without a doubt, this would be it.

Cooking with my girl.

Sex with my girl.

Waking up with my girl.

Hiking with my girl.

And now this, surfing with my girl.

Fucking perfect.

I glance over at where Alana straddles her board beside me, her eyes on the horizon as she takes in the view. We’re sitting out beyond the break, not a single other person out here and all I can think isthisis perfection, this is everything I could dream up.

Reaching over, I close my hand around the back of her neck, wordlessly pulling her in for a kiss. My tongue traces her bottom lip, and I smile at the low groan that falls from her mouth before deepening our kiss. I can’t get enough of this girl, and not for the first time do I realize just how perfect she is. How perfect she is for me, and how perfect our life could be here.

“What was that for?” she whispers when I eventually pull back.

I smile, my hand still gripping the back of her neck. “For you,” I whisper. “For all of this,” I add, looking around as though to emphasize my point. Alana tilts her head to the side, an easy smile on her face as she watches me, her blue eyes moving over my face. When she doesn’t say anything, I laugh, squeezing the back of her neck as I say, “What?”

Her smile widens as she slides her hand along my thigh, our boards bobbing side by side on the ocean. “I’m just wondering how it is that you can be so adorably sweet and so totally dirty too.”

I burst out laughing, dropping my hand to her thigh as I pull her in close. “Which one do you prefer?” I murmur, my lips against hers.

“Oh no, I like them both,” she says, grinning. “Like them both a lot.”

I slide my hand higher, my fingers now resting on the inside of her upper thigh. “I like everything about you, Alana,” I whisper, even if like doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Love.

Love everything about her.

But it’s too soon and too...I don’t know, uncertain with everything going on with Jade and what happens after Pipe. I might already know how I feel, but I know I can’t admit these feelings to her yet, not when I have no idea what happens in a couple of weeks.

I mean, could I really just give it all up and stay here with her?

Yeah, a part of me thinks I can. If she’d want me to, anyway. But I know things will change for her after Pipe, when everyone sees the absolute raw talent she possesses. I know people on the island have seen it, hell, she won a comp here that got her into Pipe.

But the Maui Pipe competition is huge and not only does it draw a massive crowd of both spectators and sponsors, it’s broadcast on TV too. Which means when the world gets to see what I already know Alana can do, everything will change.

She leans in to kiss me again as her hand slides higher on my thigh. “I like everything about you too, Flynn.”

I smile against her mouth, kissing her again and again before murmuring, “You wanna catch some more waves and then after I’ll take you home and do very dirty things to you?”

“Promise?” she asks, gently biting my bottom lip.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I say.

We spend hours out on the water, catching waves, hanging out beyond the break, the two of us surfing together. Surfing one at a time while the other watches. And every time I watch her pop up on her board, my heart pounds in my chest. Not out of fear or anything but out of excitement. At everything she can do and everything I know she can be. She is going to fucking kill it at Maui Pipe.

“Wanna head in for a bit?” she asks, her breathing heavy.

“Uh huh,” I mutter, tugging her closer as I press a kiss to her shoulder. I wish she was mine to train, that I could share this and so many moments with her. Moments that I know are coming her way.

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