Page 101 of Finding Storm

He’s standing at the entry to the walkway. I have to sidle past him to get through because he doesn’t move to make space for me to pass. And he could. There’s plenty of space.

I decide to go past with my back to his front. Chest-to-chest seems like a bad idea for some reason I can’t quite fathom in my head.

I just didn’t think of the fact that my back to his front means my ass brushing over his groin.

I feel him stiffen behind me. Literally.

I swear to God, he groans.

Or was that me?

I’m hot and turned on and wondering if bringing him on the boat was the worst idea in the history of ideas.

I’m confining myself to a small space with him for a good few hours. And I’m also planning on getting us both into bathing suits and in the water.

Okay, so I never said I was the smartest person in the world.

But I’m not an animal. I can control myself.

I’m not going to have sex with him on my dad’s fishy-smelling boat.

There’s always the water.

Sweet Jesus.

I can survive a bit of sexual tension.

Okay, not a bit. A nuclear power plant’s worth of sexual tension.

And yeah, I’m pretty sure at this point that he wants to have sex with me. But I’m still not sure if I’m the kind of girl who can have a one-time thing.

Especially with how much I like him as a person.

Hotness aside, he’s funny, smart, sweet, and kind.

Pretty much all a girl wants in a guy.

I don’t know if my heart would be able to separate the sex from my feelings for him.

I go to the back of the boat, and reaching over, I unmoor it from the jetty.

When I turn around, I see Storm quickly look away.

Yep, he was totally looking at my butt.

I hold back a smile. It was clearly the right choice, putting on my denim shorts this morning.

I take my seat at the helm. He sits in the chair next to me.

I take my cell out of my pocket. Select my music app. Scroll my playlist and press play on the only song a girl needs to listen to when she’s out on her daddy’s boat—“Summer of ’69” by Bryan Adams.

Storm smiles at me. “Good song choice,” he says.

“I know.” I grin at him.

Then, I start the boat up. Maneuver it out of its spot on the jetty and drive it out of the marina and into the open water.

I take the boat up to Copper Canyon. It’s great for swimming, and it’s pretty as hell. It’s a popular spot around here, but at this time of year, it should be fairly quiet.