RIN
I take a sip of my cocktail, shaded eyes on the view in front of me.
He is majestic.
I haven't stopped looking at him surfing for a good hour now, despite how unsettled I feel since this morning. He didn't even offer me breakfast. Straight up treated me like a stranger, like we aren't friends.
Like he hasn't asked me to run me a bath and make sure I am okay after a sex marathon before.
The girl he was talking to last night and this morning is swimming by the shore, eyes on him too, like she can't keep her eyes off him. I can't blame her. Rex looks so hot right now.
That body, the way he just glides over the waves, those muscles rippling with every exertion.
He is a wet dream.
I see him surfing to the shore, and I take that as my cue to get back in the house before he catches me ogling him. My phone pings in my shorts, and I fish out the phone, seeing that it's Michael.
[Did I go too hard on you last night?]
