Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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Water splashes my bare legs, making me squeal.
"It'll get better." Adam laughs, looking at me over his shoulder.
The reply dies on my tongue. I gasp at the shock of cold water as a wave hits me.
"Be brave, Leah." He sends a wink my way and launches himself forward, disappearing under the clear ocean water.
I hug myself and stand rooted to the spot. A breeze raises goosebumps on the bare skin of my arms.
Adam stands up and pushes his wet hair back. "Come on, don't be a chicken. It's warmer once you start swimming."
"Fine!"
I make a few tentative steps forward.
Adam grabs my hand and tugs at it, making me lose my balance and fall into the water. "Not fair!" I sputter, rubbing at my eyes.
Grinning, he shrugs. "It's your last day in Spain, gorgeous. Live a little."
Adam is right. My body grows used to the temperature and relaxes once I begin to move. A smile is pasted on my face for the next half an hour while I swim. The afternoon sun is hot in contrast with the cool water. We're on the Atlantic Coast in the south of Spain, after all. Adam chose Tarifa, the surfers' favorite spot, for the last day of my vacation, saying that I couldn't go home without seeing the wild waves and the endless miles of white sand.
"Time to head back," Adam says, swimming toward me. "I want to take you out to dinner and drinks."
I nod and head to the shore. As soon as my feet are planted on the wet sand, and I squeeze the water out of my hair, I feel the prickling heat of sunburn on the back of my neck.
"Is it bad?" I ask Adam.
He stands behind me to take a look at my skin. "Could be worse. I have something that might help; come on."
Adam strolls to where we'd left our things. I chuckle at the lustful looks several girls give him. They devour him with their eyes, but he's oblivious to their attention.
"Sit." He points to the towel. I plop down on it, and Adam does the same. A bottle of cream appears in his hands. He squeezes some onto his palm and rubs the back of my neck gently. "There you go. All ready to party."
"Give me a couple of minutes."
"I can give you more than that, too." Adam smiles. "I was thinking about something fancy, but we can choose a small place by the beach and—"
"Pretty please!" I clap my hands.
Adam shakes his head, looking at the sand under his feet. The corners of his mouth lift.
"Say it." I nudge his tanned shoulder with mine.
Adam leans back on his elbows and looks at me. "It's the most fun I've had in a long while, races aside. Thank you."
