what?” Becca questioned as she sipped on a bottle of Corona with a small slice of lime tucked in the neck. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She wore a pair of neon yellow Raybans and an orange printed bikini.
“He brought me roses on his way to work this morning. This was after our first real date last night. I think he fell out of a movie, because he’s just way too good to be true. And that country accent he’s got goin’ on. Fucking damn,” Emily replied while picking up her bottle of Woodchuck cider out of the sand next to her lawn chair. She stood up, taking a sip of her beer and placed it back down before she walked down the beach toward the water.
“Don’t run him off. You have to see if he’s good in bed first.” Becca laughed, following Emily. “Because if he is good in bed, you’ve finally found yourself a keeper, girl.”
They waded into the crystal clear, sky blue water to escape from the hot Florida sun. The dip in the ocean was exactly what Emily needed to cool down. Since getting out of the hospital, she couldn’t take the heat as long as she typically could. She wondered if it was because of the medications they continued to have her on until her follow up appointment the following week.
“I could have found out last night, if I wanted to.” Emily shot Becca a smug smile and made her way back to the shore.
“Well, why the hell didn’t you?” Becca was almost yelling at her. Emily’s face started turning red with embarrassment.
“I didn’t want to. Yet.” The more Emily thought about her admission, the more she realized there was something more between her and Avery than she bargained for when she agreed to spend time with him. When they were together, she could be herself. There were no expectations of being someone else or promises of a future or a life together; they were simply just enjoying each other’s company. Emily didn’t want to complicate that.
Their attraction was undeniable, but one of her biggest mistakes in the past was jumping into bed way too soon. If this was something that would last, she would take things as slow as she could tolerate without going insane.
“Did you take a picture of this boy for me yet?” Becca snapped her out of her own head. Emily started laughing at her.
“No, you’re a damn creeper. You know that, right?” Emily teased her as they sat back down on their beach chairs.
“Can you blame a girl for wanting to see the guy who has my best friend all doe eyed? Don’t even try to play it off, Em. You would do the same thing!” Emily couldn’t even deny it. She was right, and she would be beyond pissed off if Becca still shut her out.
“I have an idea.” Emily laughed as she started plotting. Picking up her phone from her beach bag, she typed out a text message to Avery.
What firehouse do you work at?
Emily patiently waited for a reply from Avery, but she didn’t have to wait long at all.
Station #1 on Beach Street. Why?
Not far from her apartment at all.
“Wanna make some brownies, Becca?” Her best friend gave her a confused look. “Ya know, we could go drop them off at the firehouse for all the firefighters. Because we are good Samaritans, and all.” Simultaneously both girls started laughing. Becca loved the way her best friend plotted, especially when she actually benefitted from her subterfuge.
“Why don’t we pack up and get on that.” Becca started packing her beach bag while Emily pulled her phone back out to reply to Avery.
Oh, just some good Samaritans want to do something nice for the local firemen.
She joined her best friend in packing up their beach gear before making it up the stairs toward her apartment. They unlocked the door and dragged the bulky chairs down the hallway to the laundry room. Emily’s text tone went off in the kitchen; she had no doubt of who it was.
Does that mean I get to see you again today?
Emily felt warmth settle into her chest as a
“He brought me roses on his way to work this morning. This was after our first real date last night. I think he fell out of a movie, because he’s just way too good to be true. And that country accent he’s got goin’ on. Fucking damn,” Emily replied while picking up her bottle of Woodchuck cider out of the sand next to her lawn chair. She stood up, taking a sip of her beer and placed it back down before she walked down the beach toward the water.
“Don’t run him off. You have to see if he’s good in bed first.” Becca laughed, following Emily. “Because if he is good in bed, you’ve finally found yourself a keeper, girl.”
They waded into the crystal clear, sky blue water to escape from the hot Florida sun. The dip in the ocean was exactly what Emily needed to cool down. Since getting out of the hospital, she couldn’t take the heat as long as she typically could. She wondered if it was because of the medications they continued to have her on until her follow up appointment the following week.
“I could have found out last night, if I wanted to.” Emily shot Becca a smug smile and made her way back to the shore.
“Well, why the hell didn’t you?” Becca was almost yelling at her. Emily’s face started turning red with embarrassment.
“I didn’t want to. Yet.” The more Emily thought about her admission, the more she realized there was something more between her and Avery than she bargained for when she agreed to spend time with him. When they were together, she could be herself. There were no expectations of being someone else or promises of a future or a life together; they were simply just enjoying each other’s company. Emily didn’t want to complicate that.
Their attraction was undeniable, but one of her biggest mistakes in the past was jumping into bed way too soon. If this was something that would last, she would take things as slow as she could tolerate without going insane.
“Did you take a picture of this boy for me yet?” Becca snapped her out of her own head. Emily started laughing at her.
“No, you’re a damn creeper. You know that, right?” Emily teased her as they sat back down on their beach chairs.
“Can you blame a girl for wanting to see the guy who has my best friend all doe eyed? Don’t even try to play it off, Em. You would do the same thing!” Emily couldn’t even deny it. She was right, and she would be beyond pissed off if Becca still shut her out.
“I have an idea.” Emily laughed as she started plotting. Picking up her phone from her beach bag, she typed out a text message to Avery.
What firehouse do you work at?
Emily patiently waited for a reply from Avery, but she didn’t have to wait long at all.
Station #1 on Beach Street. Why?
Not far from her apartment at all.
“Wanna make some brownies, Becca?” Her best friend gave her a confused look. “Ya know, we could go drop them off at the firehouse for all the firefighters. Because we are good Samaritans, and all.” Simultaneously both girls started laughing. Becca loved the way her best friend plotted, especially when she actually benefitted from her subterfuge.
“Why don’t we pack up and get on that.” Becca started packing her beach bag while Emily pulled her phone back out to reply to Avery.
Oh, just some good Samaritans want to do something nice for the local firemen.
She joined her best friend in packing up their beach gear before making it up the stairs toward her apartment. They unlocked the door and dragged the bulky chairs down the hallway to the laundry room. Emily’s text tone went off in the kitchen; she had no doubt of who it was.
Does that mean I get to see you again today?
Emily felt warmth settle into her chest as a
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