"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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Kennedy's P.O.V
"Did you always aspire to become the youngest number one surfer in Australia and now America?" The Interviewer for the world famous magazine 'Wave', crossed her legs and asked.
I scooted round in my chair. Even though it's legs were grounded into the sand way down below, the fabric felt scratched. Sure enough, grains of sand piled up near my thigh from my new seating position.
Before we moved to America for certain aspects of my dad's healthcare, I had grown up on Australian beaches with a famous surfer as a father and beach babe as a mother. It was our lifestyle; a small shack at the edge of a road and the roaring ocean only four steps away.
How could someone hide from the surf when it lives both beside you and in the people around you?
"We all have our dreams of fame," I answered. "The world is a big place with so many talented people so, I never thought I'd make it this far."
The interviewer smiled. "I guess dreams do come true."
Her line felt a little cliche but I pushed my loose caramel blonde hair back behind my ears, nodding in agreement.
The hair and make up team had tamed its straight length into loose beach waves, so that I would be all ready to go for the photoshoot afterwards.
A small gust of wind pressed itself up against the white and teal beach tent we were seated in. Not that I have a huge ego or anything, but I'd say the ocean breeze was ready to meet me, I'm kind of longing to touch it too.
"What has this journey been like for you?"
Journey. That's not a word I would use. Ever since I was little, I never viewed my life as a pathway or as a journey to be taken.
Instead, I've always seen my life as one big wave.
Something you ride for yourself, something that you won't always execute a perfect cutback on, something that brings a lot of wipeouts but also opportunities. Not to mention we don't even know what's under the wave until it's too late.
My last year of high school had created a series of ocean waves brought on by a certain competitive sex game and teenage boy. I hadn't realised I was the star of Caiden Hurley's traditional high school sex game until it was too late.
"My life so far..." I contemplated the right wording. Whatever I say now, goes in the magazine issue the day after tomorrow.
Nobody tells you that fame rips you open for the whole world to see. Whether you want it or not, they'll pull the zip on your entire being.
"My life so far has been rough water."
The interviewer placed her pen on her pad paper. She was a pale woman of about thirty. Her arms and legs showed no hint of the sun and I found it rather surprising. For a woman working on a surfing magazine you would expect at least one freckle.
