"Life is like surfing a good wave. We have those moments where you feel as though you are on the top of the world and those where your life comes crashing down all around you."
Ainsley Matthews, ex-pro surfer, has been though a lot in the past. From...
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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - E I G H T safe return
snap: the surfer moves from a bottom turn to the top of a wave at a 30 to 50 degree angle.
I woke up to chatter. Whom I presumed was my mother talking on the phone until I opened my eye that wasn't pressed against the pillow and came face to face with navy sheets.
Dawsons sheets.
However, he wasn't in bed with me. He was one of the people out in the hall who woke me from my slumber.
"What is a girl doing in your bed?" I overhear his mother ask as his loud sigh immediately follows.
"It's not just a girl mom, it is Ainsley. She had a rough day yesterday, her father showed up unannounced and there was no way I was sending her back home when he was there".
"Well I'm glad that there was at least a good reason for it as oppose to just sleeping with one another".
Dawson lowers his voice to a point where I could no longer make out the conversation, but a few moments later I heard the door click close as well as Dawsons footsteps getting louder the closer he got.
I close my eyes, pretending to still be asleep as I felt the bed dip when Dawson laid back down beside me. His hand wrapped around my waist, tugging me towards him so my back was pressed up against his chest.
He nuzzled his head against my neck. His stubble lined jaw gently scratching my neck before he places a kiss up against my tender skin.
The bed shifts once again until his lips press against my jawline, my cheek, until they press up against my lips momentarily.
"Babe, you know you don't have to pretend to be sleeping anymore"
At his words I open my eyes to Dawson gazing down on me. His arm bushing up against my stomach to support his weight above me.
"Who said that I was pretending?" I tease.
"I could see your eyes flutter closed when I entered the room" A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he brushes a stray piece of hair out of my face.
"God you are so beautiful" he murmurs placing another kiss against my lips before laying back down, his head resting against the pillow as he stares up at the ceiling. "How did I ever get so lucky?"
I find myself smiling as I roll over to rest my head against his bare chest. "I ask myself that everyday because I don't know how I am the one who gets to call you my boyfriend".
He laughs while running a hand through my hair as I listen to his heart beat. "It's been a while since someone's called me that, but it sounds so good".
"When was your last relationship?" I question.
"High school. Junior year to be exact" he responds. "Dated one of the volleyball players up until she moved away and I never heard from her after that".
