Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“What’s a laser regatta?”
“Laser is a boat type,” he told her. “They’re single-handed dinghies with a single sail and no spinnaker.”
“So, gibberish to someone like me?” She laughed, and he followed suit.
“It’s my preference,” he told her. “I like to depend on my knowledge and the wind.”
“Are you going to enter?” she picked at a piece of pepperoni and stuck it in her mouth.
Sail sighed, looked at his phone and then her. Slowly, a grin formed. “Hell yeah, I’m entering. I can win this thing.”
“Seriously?” She instantly regretted her tone. “What I mean is—”
“I know what you mean, and yes, I can. I was the four-time state and two-time regional champion in this discipline. This will be easy.”
“How come you don’t do it in college now?”
“Sailing there is a club sport and some of the team members didn’t take it seriously, so I bailed.”
She nodded, pretending she understood. “So, when do we start training?”
“We?” He smiled at her. “I’ll start tomorrow, probably while you’re still in lala land. I’ll have to do it around my work schedule.”
“Well, I’ll cheer for you from the shore.”
“I’ll look forward to seeing you there.” He winked and then went back to eating his pizza.
sail
. . .
Sail blinked. More than once to clear the fog away from his eyes. He looked around his surroundings, trying to remember where he was when he felt someone press into him. It was then he noticed the heavy feel on his arm and tilted his head enough to find Galvin sleeping in his arms . . . with her leg between his, and her mid-thigh dangerously close to waking them both up. While he would welcome it all, he was certain Galvin would not.
Instead of waking her, he craned his neck to look at the window. The sun had begun to rise and push its rays through the trees and into her living room. The television screen asked if they were still watching.
Last night, after they finished dinner, they sat on her small sofa, which barely fit both of them, and started watching some romance movie. Sail usually went for the shoot up, conspiracy type of flicks, unless he was watching Wind—the movie based on the America’s Cup—and filmed in Seaport ages ago, long before he was even born. Still, it was his favorite movie and one he watched often.
Galvin moved in his arms, humming as she did so. Sail was content, staying there with her in his arms and not having a care in the world. Being there with her was peaceful, but only drove home two key factors: he was head over heels for her, and she had him firmly in the friend zone. Sail understood why she kept him there. He was a wildcard. He’d been certain she heard rumors about him, even though none of them were true. Sail was nothing like Dune, and he honestly had no idea how Tidal and Crew were.
The sun grew brighter in the room and Galvin squirmed a bit, her leg moving higher between Sail’s legs. He closed his eyes and thought about everything from worms to warts, but nothing seemed to work because every little mewl coming from her while she slept increased the issue in his pants. If this were anyone else, he’d roll and run, but this was where he wanted to be.
Erection be damned.
Sail worked to adjust himself as discreetly as possible, aware that any sudden movements might wake the woman in his arm. Preserving this time with her was paramount. He moved his head slightly and stared for a bit before closing his eyes, hoping sleep would find him again.
Only after a few minutes, he felt her staring at him, and if it wasn’t her, someone was in the apartment. Sail was almost afraid to look. He slowly opened one eye and then the other when he saw it was Galvin staring at him.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
“Um . . .” she lifted her head slightly and look at their bodies. It when then, he felt it. And if he felt his erection pressing against her, she certainly knew he was turned on.
“Sorry,” he said quietly. He expected her to move, to jump out of his arms and tell him to go home, but she didn’t. What she did next, surprised him. And by the look in her eyes, her leg pressing into him more shocked her as well.
“Galvin.” Sail hissed when her leg moved back and forth, creating a pleasurable friction.
There was a shift between them. A magnetic and electrifying pull drawing them to each other. Sail swallowed hard and did what came natural to him. Without taking his eyes off hers, he cupped her cheek, his thumb ghosting over the set of lips he intended to kiss. To devour. To claim as his.
Sail searched her eyes for uncertainty, curiosity, and an unspoken invitation. Words did not need to be spoken; her labored breathing was enough.