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kneeling between them, motioned for Sage to follow. The sand was warm beneath her knees and the sun hot on her back as they both began to sweat beneath the sweltering summer heat.
                  “Before we wax the board,” he said, “before we get in the water, I just want you to feel comfortable with the size and shape of the stick.”
                  She nodded, watching his hands caress his board. “See how it’s wider in the middle,” he said as her hand crept onto the board. “That’s where we’ll want to focus our energy…”
                  Derek continued with his lesson, his voice taking on a soft, lilting tone. His love for the sand and the sea, and his obvious passion for the board and all its many properties amazed her.
                  The late afternoon sun illuminated his youthful skin, his full lips, and his hazel eyes as Sage fell under his spell, completely. She supposed it was only natural, as long as nothing ever happened.
    She could admire him, desire him, want him, taunt him, but clearly never have him. How could she? What could a boy like Derek want in a girl – a woman – like Sage?
                  She smiled, making her decision. She could have a secret crush and, as long as it was secret, indulge in her every whim and fantasy. “Hey,” Derek was snapping his fingers playfully near her face. “Where’d you go on me, Sage?”
                  “Oh, sorry,” she said, batting her eyes and biting down on a crooked smile. “Just nervous, I guess?”
                  He held up a chunk of pink wax and said, “Of waxing your board?”
                  “Exactly,” Sage gushed, but Derek was no fool, and the understanding she saw in his soft eyes made her lips curl into a crooked grin.
     

Chapter Eight
     
                  Sage knelt in the sand, pale body glowing with a sheen of fresh sweat as they both waxed their boards. He’d waited all day for this moment, to be close to her, warm and wet on the beach together, and she hadn’t disappointed.
                  Now he watched her every move, the sand kissing her knees, the little white ties on either side of her skimpy brown bikini, the way her chest heaved witch each rub of the board, exposing those small, tender breasts that glowed and glistened in the late summer heat.
                  She was so beautiful, so friendly and fun, and yet so… distant. Derek was no dog, but he had to admit he’d never known a girl this long and not slept with her before… if she was straight, that is.
                  Derek knew the interest was there; the attraction, it was obvious. So… what was the problem? Or maybe, he suddenly realized, this was what normal people, maybe even older people, did. They dated, hung out, got to know each other first. Was that all this was?
    A generational thing?
                  He smiled, watching her wax her board with vigor and determination. He could do that as well. Be determined, that is. Right then and there, in the sand, Derek decided to woo Sage. To win her over, even if it took all summer.
                  But… first things first. “Okay,” he said, standing and reaching a hand out to help her up. She took it, gently, softly, avoiding his eyes. He relished the touch, warm and moist from her efforts. “Time to get wet!”
                  She chuckled, peering over his sweaty shoulder at the ocean breakers rolling softly into the sand. “I was hoping we could pace ourselves, you know?” she suggested, biting her lower lip. “Maybe… stick to the sand this week. And the next week, and the next…”
                  “Or I could just move here,” he suggested, “and maybe get around to getting wet this time next year?”
              She nodded eagerly. “Okay.”