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I already feel more inspired to write than I did all morning and afternoon.
I don't dare look back at the cockpit behind me. Instead, I try to forget that I'm alone on a boat with a man who probably wishes he were anywhere else other than here with me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Seven
Driving out to my favorite fishing spot, I can't stop myself from glancing over at Brynn every few minutes since we left the marina.
She looks relaxed, sitting on the bench that runs along the boat's side, watching the ocean go by as we cut through the deep blue water.
Her long tan legs stretch out in front of her on the cushion, and cross at her ankles. I follow them up her thighs until they disappear under her tight denim shorts. I know what that soft skin feels like under my fingertips.
When Cammy first walked up to the boat to ask if Brynn could come, my first reaction was to deny her request. I've spent the last couple of days keeping my distance from Brynn so that I don't do something stupid again, like push her up against the side of a building and put my hand up her dress.
But then Cammy told me about the list.
A fucking list of things she needs to do to better herself for her asshole ex-fiancé.
It's hard enough not to demand an answer for why the hell she puts up with her ex but what Brynn does after she leaves in a few days and heads back to Seattle, is none of my business. I doubt we'll ever cross paths again. We've lived across the street from each other for years and neither of us have noticed the other person from the windows of our apartments before, there's no reason for that to change.
The difference is, now I know that her apartment is directly across the street and on the same level as mine.
I guess I'll be living in my apartment for the next couple of years with the window shades pulled down until I retire and move to Mexico more permanently. I don't need to witness Brynn living an unsatisfied sex life with the prick who doesn't deserve her.
We finally make it to our destination almost an hour later. Now that it's just after five o'clock, we won't have much time to fish, if we want to get back before dark.
I kill the engine and walk out of the cockpit and onto the main deck.
"Are we here?" she asks, swinging her legs off the cushions and planting her pair feet on the boat's decking.
"This is where I've had the most luck catching fish this year, so we'll try here first. If we don't get anything, we'll move on. The goal is to get you a fish today."
"Aren't you going to fish, too? I assume you didn't bring the boat all the way out here just for me."
I don't look back over at her as I head down the steps toward the fishing deck at the back of the boat. I pull out a fishing rod from the cabinet I keep them in and start setting up a spot for her in the right corner of the boat.
"Don't worry about why I'm out here. You wanted to fish, right? So, let's get fishing."
"Ok…" she says softly, standing behind me as I prep her fishing rod and bait the hook for her.
"You've never fished before?" I ask.
"I went lake fishing a handful of times with my dad and brother when I was a kid. We stood on the shore to fish, but I never caught anything. This is my first-time fishing in the ocean… or in a boat. It seemed like a good opportunity to try while I was here," she says, stepping around me to get a closer look at what I'm doing.
She watches every movement I make as if jotting down notes for future use.
"It's not all that different from fishing on the shore. You just need to cast the line out, slowly reel it in, and wait."
I demonstrate the movement, sending the line out into the water with a smooth flick of my wrist and then show her how to reel it all the way back in. Once I complete the action from start to finish, I hand her the rod to try.
She takes the fishing rod from me and then mimics my movements. Her cast isn't perfect, but with a little practice, she'll improve. The bait at the end of the line makes a small splash when it hits the water. "Like this?"
"Here, let me show you what it should feel like." I move closer, wrapping my arms around either side of her. The swaying of the ocean causes her back to glide across my chest occasionally as I reel the line back in. Once the line comes out of the water, I adjust her grip slightly, trying to ignore how her ass rubs against my cock every time the waves in the ocean have her losing her footing and swaying back into me. She doesn't have her sea legs yet. "Hold it like this. It gives you better control," I say and then move her hands into a better position on the rod.
A bigger wave hits against the boat, swaying us harder than the waves before. Her breath hitches when I grip her hips and pull her back against my chest to steady her and keep her from losing her balance.
"You ok?" I ask over her shoulder before I release my hold on her.
