Page 70 of Falling for Nicole
“Yep, it’s just admitting that to him.”
By the time we head home, we’re both swaying about on the pavement from the few too many glasses of wine. It doesn’t stop either of us going for another the second we’re in the house.
Declan
Nicole must think we’re stupid if she thinks we’re not aware it’s her birthday today. I’ve been waiting for her to point it out all week, but nothing. I guess she doesn’t want to celebrate. Sucks for her though, because that is exactly what we’re doing. Starting right now.
“What bloody time is it?” Nicole asks when I pull the covers off her and tell her to get up.
“5am. Come on, or we’ll be late.”
“Late? Late for what? The fish market?”
She pulls herself up so she’s sitting on the side of the bed, and I can’t help but laugh. Her hair is all over the place, and her eyes are bloodshot.
“Have a good time last night?” I ask as she clutches her head. “Here, take these.” I had a suspicion about how much she might have had when I started getting indecipherable messages from her some time after midnight.
She takes the glass of water from my hand, followed by the tablets, and knocks them back.
“Right, now get your arse ready. We’re hitting the beach.”
“Beach?”
“The surf is perfect this morning, come on.”
I watch as she plods towards the bathroom, enjoying the sight of her arse poking out from the bottom of her tiny shorts. My cock twitches at the sight, but that can come later—right now, I’ve got a surprise for her.
I drag her towards the beach, not wanting to miss any the waves. Being with Nicole has drastically reduced my surfing time, so I’m desperate to make the most of it this morning.
“What’s that?” she asks as we make our way towards the shack.
“A present.”
Stood in front of the shop door is a brand new, bright orange surfboard with a huge bow around the centre.
“I thought—”
“We’d all forgotten, I know. You forgot something, though.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You came down here to be with family, remember? Family doesn’t forget stuff like each other’s birthdays. So what do you think?”
“It’s so bright.”
“Well, what other colour would you expect me to get you?”
“Thank you.”
“It just an excuse for me to get you in a bikini, really,” I say with a laugh.
“I don’t doubt it.”
After grabbing my own board, we head down towards the sea. Nicole’s hangover seems to vanish—the shock of the cold water may have helped. Everything I taught her the last time we were out here comes back to her fairly quickly, and I’m impressed with how well she does for her second time.
“I’m holding you back. You go on, and I’ll watch from the beach.”
“I don’t mind,” I say but I think she knows I’m stretching the truth a little.
