“Oh boy, so that’s why you agreed to a surf date with me?”
“No! Of course not! It’s just—”
“It’s okay, Charlie. No harm done at all. I had a feeling about the surfing. You seemed to be struggling with your board.”
She felt her cheeks grow warm. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” he said, stepping closer. He smelled like coconut sunscreen and saltwater. “To be honest, I was feeling a little concerned about you surfing so soon after your injury—but couldn’t resist the idea of spending time with you.” His dark eyes were intense, caring. “We’ll just take it slow, that’s all.” Momentarily confused if he was talking about their relationship or surfing, she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “Okay, let’s do this,” she said. But he put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently.
“Here’s a secret about surfing, and it’s the reason surf bums have the rep they do.”
“What rep is that?”
“You know, the whole ‘relax dude’ mentality?” He grinned and held up his right hand in a “hang loose” sign. “It’s actually a thing. Surfing doesn’t work if you don’t relax.” For a moment he rubbed his thumb in circles around the knot at the base of her neck. Then he lowered his hand and said, “Okay, now breathe.”
“I am breathing,” she said, but realized that she had been holding her breath. She exhaled, then breathed in again. The air was tangy with the scent of the seawater.
“Excellent,” he said. “You’re a pro already. Now, come on, grab your board. Do it like this. It’s less awkward that way.” He demonstrated, and she followed suit with her own. It did feel easier. She followed him into the water.
“I know we’re supposed to spend time on the sand, learning the basics—but with your recent injury, I’d like to be even more gentle. I hope you’re okay with that. Into the water, come on.” Soon, the surf swirled around her ankles, then her knees. “Alright, put your board down and get on,” he said. “Attach your ankle strap, lie down, and keep on breathing.”
Cass did as she was told, inhaling the warm salty air again.
“Now, roll on your back.”
“On my back?”
“You did say I get to be the teacher today, right? On your back, then reach out your hand.”
Again, she did as he suggested and reached out, feeling his hand meet hers in the waves. Their fingers linked and he pulled her close until their boards were touching. The sky was the same deep, clear blue it had been almost every day since she had arrived in L.A., today dotted with cotton ball clouds. A pelican swooped overhead. Their boards clunked together in the gentle waves. “Breathe with the waves,” Miguel said. Her surfboard lifted, up and down, again and again, and she did her best to breathe along with the movements. Miguel’s fingers were warm. He squeezed and she squeezed back.
“This is the easiest surf lesson I’ve ever had,” she said. “But aren’t you even going to try to teach me how to get up on my board?”
He squeezed her fingers again. “That’s for next time,” he said. “I want you to feel it first.”
“Feel what?”
“The reward of it, the peace of it. There is nothing like the feeling of catching your first wave—but you’ll never get there if you try too hard.” She let her body relax onto her board and into the sweet lull from the small waves, as she breathed in sea air and stared up at a sunny sky.
“I love this.”
“Me, too.” Miguel let go of her hand and she found herself dismayed by the loss of connection. But then he touched her arm once more, running his finger along the temporary tattoo. “I’ve noticed this a few times, and always wondered: What does it mean?”
“It’s a Gemini glyph,” Cass said. “It represents twins, and the mountain range back in our hometown. My sister, Cass, has one, too.” She felt a twinge as she said this, wishing again she could be honest about who she was. To introduce Miguel to Charlie as the man she had fallen for. Cass wished Miguel could really be part of her life, instead of just this waking dream of what her life could be like.
“I’d like to meet Cass one day.”
“I’d like that, too,” Cass said. The sound of the surf muted the catch in her voice.
Then he turned his face and kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.