Waves - Book #2 [completed]

26 ~ Frisson

Frisson
noun
a shiver of pleasure

The hormone cocktail coasting through my veins makes me giddy and jumpy. I need an outlet for the all the energy my body buzzes with. I come here every year, but it's always like the very first time when I put on my wetsuit, jump into the ocean and ride the fierce and ruthless waves of Tasmania's south.

Here, I have no worries. Nothing exists other than the waves and the wind and my board. No fear, no sadness, no grief. It's bliss, like a drug, blowing my mind clear of all anxiety and stress.

I drop my ass to a rock and inhale, catching my breath as I watch Forest attempting his first wave. He's been in the league for years and has a ton of experience, but he lacks balance and loses control over his board too fast.

It's a good thing Mason has respect and isn't too keen on jumping in too. He looked mortified when he approached the shore earlier. He's far from being ready to surf here, but I wanted to include him. I wanted to show him this part of me, the other love of my life.

When Harry had his fill of killer waves, we hike up to the bay break where the waves are more shallow, more predictable. We stay there until our hands and feet are blocks of ice and our lips are blue. But I don't feel any of it. I'm aloft. This is how being high must feel like.

The hike back takes time since we're all tired and I know my muscles will be sore tomorrow. We return our boards and Mason's wetsuit and pile in the car to ride back in silence, everyone processing the adventure in their own mind. Mason hums along to a song spilling from the radio after we dropped off Forest and are close to our cabin ground. His natural gravel is thick from the harsh air straining his vocal cords, but it sounds soothing as fuck. I never heard him hum to a song before. He'd be an incredible singer and I wonder why he refuses to sing.

Popping back into the house with streaky and sticky hair, dirty and rumpled clothes, we're met with silence. Nobody's here and tiredness kicks in. I just want to take a shower and a nap. Turning back to Mason, his tired, droopy eyes meet mine. He steps toward me with long, assured strides, cups the nape of my neck and presses an overwhelmingly passionate kiss to my lips, pulling away before I can let my tongue dance with his and leaving me stunned in the living space as he disappears to his room without saying anything.

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"Blue, wake up! You can't sleep the whole day!" He tugs at my arm.

"Yes, I can," I grumble. "I got up when you were still slumbering this morning. Leave me alone."

I attempt to roll over, but he stops me. "We're all going to Archer's and you need to get your pretty ass going so you can come with us."

"Ew. Pretty ass?" I grimace. Luke chuckles and shakes me again when I attempt to slap him. "Get off me you goon!"

He ducks away when I sit up, blindly reaching for him again. I only spot his mop of hair disappear behind the door when he slips out of the room and check the time. It's evening and I really did sleep the whole day, but after coming down from my high, I was buggered, took a long shower to wash all the dirt off my body and fell asleep within seconds after falling face-first into my bed. Now, feeling much better, I pull on the flowy wrap skirt I wore the day I picked Mason up from the airport, throw on a cropped t-shirt and slip into my Birkies before brushing out my air-dried hair that is in dire need of a trim.