sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay,” Cooper said. “That’s one
reason why I’m making this documentary. It’s a way for me to find closure. For
her sake and mine…we both need to move on.”
I could see how heart-wrenching it was
for Cooper to talk to me about her, and that made me want to reach out to him.
“Hey, if you want to talk about it, I could listen.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” Cooper said.
“I don’t really want to, but maybe you can help me through this by working on
the documentary with me? It’s actually for a film class project I’m doing,
too.”
“I’d love to,” I said.
“Thank you, Summer,” Cooper said. “This
means the world to me.”
“Anything to help,” I said.
“Now eat up, Summer,” Cooper said. “It
takes a lot of energy to think through some of the concepts introduced in
Chapter 4 of the text.”
I took another piece of fried oyster,
and felt the juices run down the sides of my mouth again. I must look like such
a messy eater.
Before I could lick it off or wipe it
away, Cooper’s fingers beat me to it, wiping the juice from my mouth with his
finger, then licking his finger clean.
Oh. My. God. That was so unexpected. Yet
so sexy.
“I’ve acquired a sudden craving for
oysters,” Cooper said, his voice low and sensual. “You don’t mind me having
another piece?”
“Not at all,” I said. “Have it all.” I
shoved the dish closer to him.
He picked up one piece, bit into it,
swallowed, and stuck out his tongue to lick the opening of the oyster with long
savoring strokes, while his eyes watched me.
The way he was looking at me made me
think he was thinking of licking me that way.
“Oh, Cooper,” I said, feeling my body
grow warmer. “I…”
“Delicious,” Cooper said, popping the
entire oyster into his mouth and chewing.
“Yes,” I said. There was some truth with
oysters being an aphrodisiac because how would that explain that sudden white
hot chemistry between Cooper and me.
“Do you need some fresh air?” Cooper asked.
“It is getting hotter in here,” I said.
We quickly finished the rest of our meal
and gathered our things. Without the waitress coming back with our check, we
headed to the cashier. I pulled out my wallet, but Cooper placed a hand on me,
indicating he would pay.
He pulled out his wallet, and opened it,
revealing a thick bunch of cash bills.
Without much thought, he handed the
cashier a hundred dollar bill and told her to keep the change.
Then he took my hand in his and walked
me out of the restaurant. Once outside, he didn’t let my hand go immediately,
but kept holding it. “Sorry, I needed some fresh air,” he said.
“I know.”
“So now we walk to the beach from here,
and we can talk about those chapters.”
He took his backpack from his car, and
held out his hand to me, which I took before leading us to an isolated area on
the beach.
From his bag, he pulled out a blanket,
laid it on the sandy beach, and sat down, bringing me down onto the blanket
next to him.
“Now that we’re nice and cozy,” Cooper
said, “Here’s the Sociology book, and the diagram of the Eco-center Push.” He
explained the diagram in the most clear and easy-to-understand style until I
understood it well enough for me to explain it to him.
When we were done going over the
textbook, I asked him. “What were you planning on doing at the beach today
before I called you?”
Cooper pulled out an expensive
professional camera, jumped to his feet, and started taking pictures of
everything at the beach. He even took a picture of me.
I lunged at him, trying to grab the
camera, while he kept dodging me. Then he began running down the beach with me
in hot pursuit.
He was fast, but I was faster. When I
finally caught up to him, he was grinning widely. “I knew you were fast,” he
said. “But I’m fast, and if you are able to keep pace with me and even outrun
me, you are pretty darn fast!”
“And quick like a stealth,” I
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