Stick to the Plan

Ch.6: Sunday Sadness🌅

A/N: Another explicit chapter😉

Alright, new plan.

I packed all my shit again. Actually I never brought it out the car.

I was going to find her again.

I set up a good spot on the beach and waited. And waited. And waited. I finished Ripley. I did a few wave jumps, I even bought myself an ice cream cone. I was licking it, feeling disgruntled, when I saw Parker.

Parker!

He was with someone. Another white boy, this one with jet black hair. They were both eating ice cream. I almost approached them to say hello, maybe ask him if he brought Morgan along with him on this sunny Sunday.

Until the strangest thing happened.

Parker pointed to some ice cream on the other guy's face; near his upper lip.

And then, he leaned in, and licked it off.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. He seemed so close to Josie yesterday! They were like two peas in a pod! Or maybe I had it wrong. Maybe the two weren't exclusive. I had no idea what went on in their lives.

And it was none of my business.

I quickly went back to my spot on the beach, trying to erase the image from my head. Poor Josie. She was so sweet, and accepting and open and full of light. She didn't deserve to be cheated on.

I lay my back on the towel I'd brought, huffing frustratedly after scanning the beach and not finding her. I felt on the verge of tears. I just felt like we'd really hit it off, and I was hitting myself internally for not getting that number. The memory of her body against mine was not leaving my head. Her moans in my ear, her fingers inside of me, the passion that I've never before experienced in my life.

And I was never gonna see her again.

One last scan oughta do it. Besides, I didn't look at the volleyball courts. I jumped up quickly, fixing my shades and looking around. There was a couple beside me, a gay couple. There were people in the water. One of them was surfing.

Wait.

Surfing.

"Guitar, surfing, marine biology. I guess that's it. And journaling, like you said, but that's more of a hobby."

I ran to the water, almost tripping over my feet. I just had to be right. Yep! Neck-length curls, tall build. Wearing a wetsuit this time, but still sexy, even from here.

I got closer, watching as she caught a major wave. She stood up on the board, showboating for sure, flipping her hair back and getting in a stance, arms out, feet spread apart.

She rode the wave all the way to the shore, not falling once. It was so impressive.

I ran over to her, not being able to help myself.

"Morgan!" I called. She turned at the sound of her name. When I got to her, I stopped right in front of her, breathing hard. She looked absolutely pleased to see me. "That was awesome," I told her.

She beamed.

"Emery! Oh my gosh. I've been freaking out all day. I never got your-"

"Number. Yes, I know. That's why I'm here," I said, throwing my arms over her shoulders and connecting our foreheads. It was a gay beach, and I didn't give a shit about our proximity.

"Jesus I wanna kiss you so bad right now," Morgan mumbled.

"What's holding you back, huh?" I asked, rubbing our noses together affectionately.