Page 33 of Meet You in the Waves
“You cold?” Nick asked.
“A little.”
“Scoot over if you want,” he offered. “I don’t bite.”
I hesitated for a second, unsure why when he looked so nice and cosy and warm. And he’d offered. I shifted over the miniscule distance between us, leaning into his warmth as I rested my head on his arm.
“Your bicep is surprisingly comfortable.”
Nick laughed, the sound rumbling from his chest which I could feel with my head pressed up against him. “Just what every guy wants to hear.”
We were silent for a while, just the gentle lap of waves on the shore and the occasional shooting star in the distant universe, making me feel so miniscule.
“So is Henry Cavill your type?” I asked after a beat of silence.
“Sorry, what?” Nick laughed.
“Your type, you know. Like, you’re attracted to guys like him.”
“I don’t think I really have a type,” he answered. “I’m as attracted to someone’s kindness as much as I am to their looks.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. You’re so nice.”
“So are you, Ajay.”
“Where do you think attraction comes from? Like is it purely science or is there more to it?” I asked, something I’d been pondering lately.
“It’s probably just a bunch of hormones at play,” Nick shrugged. “Although I think it’s more than that. You can be attracted to the way someone smells, the way they smile, the way they think as much as just raw sexual attraction.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Do you always think this deeply or is it just the weed?”
“Oh it’s definitely the weed,” I laughed. “Or at least, the weed is responsible for loosening my tongue.”
“Oh really? Don’t tempt me, Tassie boy,” Nick returned. “Otherwise I’ll have you confessing all your deepest, darkest secrets to me.”
“I don’t think I have many of those,” I admitted.
“No? That’s a shame.”
“Why? Do you?”
Nick huffed out another laugh. “I have plenty of those.”
“Are you gonna share with the audience?”
“Nope.”
“Aww,” I pouted.
“Don’t you try that pout on me, Ajay Olivier,” Nick said. “I’m onto you.”
“Damn. I thought that was my secret superpower.”
“Oh it’s a superpower all right. I just have a stronger sense of self-preservation.”
“I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
