Once upon a wave.

Once upon a wave.

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"It's not a surprise that you can't surf. I didn't think girls could do this stuff." Oh I'll show him who's the sissy. I just want to slap that cocky look off his face. His really really handsome face. I snatched the surf board from his hands. But 1 thing was haunting me. Could I really do it? ***. Cliona Paige had been surfing her whole life. Surfing had been her life her everything. Up till the incident that left her scarred. Gave her frequent nightmares. She had stopped surfing ever since. For a whole two years, she didn't go to the beach, not even for swimming. Her passion for surfing slowly vanished with time. Right until she arrived at California Beach. She had intended to stay at home all day long and never get out to the beautiful sandy beach.But her mother was determined to make her forget and live on. Then she met Ashton Ross. A gorgeous boy that has the same passion for surfing that she had before. He was annoying and insufferable and was a huge player. All the qualities that Cliona dislikes. But he was attracted to her and wants to break the spell she had been under for two years. Could he help her forget that incident and continue surfing?
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