Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“I will. Thanks, Kim. I really appreciate it.”
“Our pleasure.”
Tent city was a market of sorts, for racing. Vendors came from all over the country to sell their goods and services. Each one would have a tent in the parking lot of the marina during the duration of the event. Aside from the goods and services, there were food trucks and a clothing pop-up. Tidal had already informed Sail he had shirts made for their family.
Sail left with his bag and headed toward the diner, after making a pit stop at the candy store to get Galvin a caramel apple, sliced for easy eating. He learned it was her favorite snack the other night at dinner with his parents. His mom had Galvin in the kitchen, asking her all sorts of things and Sail took notes. They’d already played their version of twenty questions, but they were more in-depth than what’s your favorite song.
They’d talked about regrets, dreams, and what they’d do if . . . Sail felt vulnerable during their conversation but didn’t want to stop. Learning about Galvin this way brought them closer, and he admitted he was falling in love with her. As much as he wanted to turn those emotions off and just be, he couldn’t.
He’d also tried the dirty talk thing during sex, and he wasn’t sure if he was a fan. Yet. Galvin liked it though, and so he wasn’t going to give up on trying to entice or please her with it just yet. Although, when he told her to call him daddy, he’d been joking . . . sort of.
Thinking about Sunday morning brought a smile to his face. He absolutely loved spending all his free time with her, and he never thought waking up with someone in his arms was something he could get used to. Now, he wasn’t sure it was something he could give up.
The diner was packed and had been since Monday. Sail weaved his way through the masses until he came face to face with Galvin.
“Hey,” she said as she wrote on a ticket and ripped it from the pad. “What’s up?”
“I brought you a present.” He lifted the bag and her eyes lit up. “I was down there and thought you needed one.”
“Thank you. I’d kiss you but . . .” She looked around the diner. “This is bananas.”
“Uh, this is how it is during the summer.” There wasn’t an empty seat in the place and a line at the door.
“Seriously?”
Sail nodded. “Usually about April it starts picking up. By May, it looks like this. Next summer you’re going to make a killing.”
Galvin leaned it. “I’ve already made three hundred and I still have a few hours left.”
Sail fist pumped. “Sugar mama.”
Galvin laughed. “Can you put that upstairs?” she motioned toward the apple.
“I just need your key.”
Galvin reached into her pocket and handed her key over. He appreciated that she did it without hesitation.
Sail went through the kitchen and out the back door. He climbed the stairs two at a time and unlocked her apartment. Inside, he put the apple in the refrigerator and then went to the counter and wrote her a note.
You’re the apple to my caramel.
It was cheesy, but he thought she’d like it. He used one of the magnets and pinned it to the refrigerator. He then caught sight of her bed. The bed they’d been sharing, making love in.
Thinking those words should’ve made him shudder. He’d never been the type of guy to say, “make love” and that was probably because he’d never been in love before. At least not in the way he was now.
What he felt for Galvin was real. Powerful. When they had to leave each other after Christmas, it was going to kill him. The last thing he wanted to do was return to Miami, but he didn’t have a choice. He promised his parents he’d graduate in May, and he’d already broken enough promises when it came to his parents.
Sail picked up Galvin’s pillow and inhaled her scent. It was a mix of her perfume, and him. She loved sleeping on him. It didn’t matter if they started out on their own side of the bed, she found her way to the crook of his neck.
Another thing he never liked until now. Spending the night was never a thing for him. Now he didn’t want to sleep alone.
As much as he wanted to stay and chill in her apartment, he hadn’t asked and didn’t want to be creepy. He locked up and went back to the diner.
“Hey, can you work?” Penny asked when he came through the backdoor.
“Uh . . . I guess. Doing what?”
“We need someone to expo and dump buckets. The dishwasher can’t keep up.”
“Sure,” Sail said. He went into his dad’s office and left his wetsuit there. When he came out, Penny threw an apron at him. “Thanks.”