Where I Want to Be

Chapter 6 - Lilla

Okay, Lilla, if Wyatt is there, there will be no staring, no daydreaming, and definitely no approaching him. I say to myself as Brooklyn and I make our way to the South End Beach Access. Okay, maybe a few glances. I need to know if Brooklyn was right or not. Could he find me hot?

When we get to the beach access point we kick off our sandals and leave them in a pile of shoes by the pathway. This is the furthest beach access on the island from any of the other houses or condos and according to Brooklyn, it's a popular party spot. As we make our way down the path through the dunes, I can see a glow from the fire and hear loud music that I don't recognize. Greatttt. I haven't even made it there and I already feel too old to be here.

As we get to the beach there is a small fire with some people sitting on beach chairs and some on towels. To one side of the fire are some coolers and on the others are some corn hole boards. The moon and the fire cast enough glow to be able to play and a group of guys look like they are well into their match.

"3, 2, 1, go!!" another group of people shout that are standing near the fire.

I see Wyatt's fratty friend and another guy turn up beers to shotgun them. Wyatt's friend finishes his first and he spikes the can, yells, and starts beating on his chest.

"Let's fucking go!" he shouts.

Yep. I'm way too old to be here. Brooklyn leans over to me and says,

"Oh good, looks like all the classy men are here."

She says in a very sarcastic tone. Some girls are sitting by the fire wave at Brooklyn and we head over to them.

"Hey guys. Looks like we made it just in time for the fun." Brooklyn says rather dryly.

"Yeah, ignore him." says one of the girls. "Frank loses a brain cell every time he shotguns a beer, and that's his fourth one."

I laugh, Brooklyn just makes a face.

"Y'all come sit." She says and motions for us to sit down.

Brooklyn says,

"Lilla, this is Steph." She motions to the same girl. "She is one of the bartenders at Marsh Grill." You will also be excited to hear she is also not in college.

"Hi, nice to meet you!" She says.

The rest of the group starts into a conversation about a rude customer at the restaurant today and I zone out.

I look around to see if Wyatt is here. I haven't seen him yet so maybe there is a slight chance he doesn't come at all. I feel both relieved and disappointed at the thought. But of course I have no such luck and I see him emerging from the beach access path with an armload full of firewood.

It's not a light load either. Probably about four or five good sized logs. He carries them so effortlessly. And honestly? I find it hot. His forearm muscles ripple as he adjusts his load. He also has his hat on backwards. Ugh, I am such a sucker for guys with their hat backwards and that look on Wyatt is something else altogether. I swear I think my mouth starts watering. What the hell is happening to me? I have never drooled over a guy before. And this is the one guy who I shouldn't even be looking at.

He walks over to the fire and drops the load he's carrying. He then starts picking up logs and tending to the fire. He does it so meticulously and calculated but also effortlessly, like he has done this a million times before. You can just tell he knows how to do so many outdoor life skills. It's fascinating and attractive. All the guys I've dated would have listed playing video games as one of their life skills. But Wyatt seems like the kind of guy who would find video games boring. It's refreshing to know guys like him exist.