"How gnarly of you," I rolled my eyes.
"Kennedy, you don't know the half of it." His gaze burned with treasured desire. "I could surf waves on your neck with my lips."
My eyebrows rose and I slid my hands down his waist and watched his eyelids flut...
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Rylan's POV
"HOW MUCH SPARE wax do you have?" Isaac popped his head around the kitchen corner of my apartment.
Apparently he had made plans yesterday to head down to Boulders Bay for dawn patrol. Not that he let me in on this plan until five minutes ago, although I'm not complaining. I'm kind of glad to get in an early morning surf, I'm just hoping this one turns out better than the last time I was there.
At the thought of Sam's broken board guilt ripped through my heart.
"Like five more," I answered. "Check on top of the dresser in my room."
Off he disappeared again and I heard him rustling in the other room. I opened the fridge door in search of an Up & Go drink.
It was 5:40am in the morning and Isaac had stayed the night after finishing all his replays of former WSL competitors late past eleven.
Moments later he came out with a fresh packet of my branded sticky bumps base-coat along with two half used topcoats. "Haven't seen you use something other than Sticky Johnson in a while," He said.
I shrugged. "Sticky Bumps is good. What's wrong with Sticky Bumps?"
"Nothing it's just different." He laid the wax out on the table so that he had a free hand to tighten the drawstring on his swim shorts.
Sticky bumps is what Sam and I used to always use on our boards growing up. So it only felt right to use it on his when I took the board out yesterday.
I squeezed the last out of my Up & Go drink. It's cool contents refreshing on my throat. "Are you trying out your new board or do you want to take one of mine?"
He arched a brow. "You have very little faith in Randy."
"Not with Randy, his boards are top of line." I grinned. "But you designed this one, so who knows how this'll turn out."
Isaac rolled his eyes at me. "It'll work just perfectly."
"Just thought I'd offer," I shrugged still grinning. "Don't scream for me when you hit the rocks," I joked.
"Yeah right that'll be you." He gave me a joking look that suggested I'd be the one screaming when we got there. Although there felt like there was some truth behind it.
Once I grabbed my red rash vest from my room, I threw on a grey hoodie over my bare chest and tucked the rashie away into its front pocket.
"And you say I have a lot of boards," Isaac gestured to my rack near the door when I came back out. It was a wooden rack, a little wobbly and not massive. It was hand made by myself to rest my six different boards on, not the best looking thing but it did the job I wanted it to do.
"I have six," I stared at him like he was insane. "Six is nothing in comparison to fucking twenty like you."
