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Summer Surf
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Ongoing, First published Jan 29, 2019
Floe Duncan has been obsessed with surfing for as long as her memory serves. Her dad was an Open Australian International Champion, but after a devastating accident rendered him hospitalised and bed ridden for a year, his reputation was lost. After living on her family farm all her life and the love of surfing in her genes, Floe takes up what she believes will be a once in a lifetime opportunity - A paid internship at a high-end surf resort. Will everything be as she expected? And will sparks fly between her and other interns who are hoping for the same freeing experience?
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"I need a surf board, please." The voice was so quiet and musical that, for a second at least, I couldn't register the order. I looked up slowly, dragging out the moment that my eyes could rest on his. "Sorry?" "A surfboard." l couldn't comprehend this relatively straightforward command. I was so sidetracked by his face. It was long, slender; dotted with freckles and the colour of fresh caramel. The cheekbones stood out prominently from his face, and his jaw was so deep set that it appeared as if he was permanently grinding his teeth. The boy's eyes were hard, but soft somehow; the exact shade of burnt sugar, and they bored into mine questioningly, surprised, as if he were completely unaware of his beauty. I doubted that very much. I had just torn my eyes away from his hair: blonde, curly and tousled, falling over his eyes perfectly, when he coughed. "Hello any day soon?" His voice was deep and scratchy now, and it was directed right towards me. Still dazed, I reached over for the clipboard with all the rentals. "Okay, in my defence, I just started working here." He laughed, and it was so attractive that I got the heart-in-throat feeling I had only experienced with Oscar before. The boy shifted from foot to foot as I surveyed the rest of his appearance: white shirt, shorts, and an earring just poking it's way out from a curl in his hair. He fetched the surfboard and put it on the counter. The money was suddenly thrust in my direction. "Maverick." he said, not quite meeting my gaze. "Reece." I returned. Cover made by me © 2016 to weirdokyla