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again.” Rolling away from me, he got up on all fours and frantically patted the sand with his hands. “My balls! Where are my balls?”
    “You’re an asshole.” I chuckled.
    Standing, he rubbed his palms together brushing off the sand. “I just don’t get wasting time on a girl who doesn’t seem to want to be around you when there are so many on the prowl for manly specimens such as ourselves. Maybe it’s not necessarily Amanda that you’re interested in.”
    “What?”
    “We’re strong testosterone-pumping males. Born to hunt and gather. We live for the chase. Maybe you like the challenge more than the girl.” Like a dog hypnotized by a piece of meat, his gaze caught a tall redhead wearing a bright green bikini walking by. “Excuse me while I go be a man.” Jogging toward the girl, he stopped halfway, turned with raised arms, curled biceps, and shouted, “Hunt and gather!”
    As I watched Travis sidle up next to the redhead, I thought about what he said. Was it the challenge that drew me to Tweet? It did seem like my feelings were getting stronger the more she pushed me away. I got turned on when I looked at other girls but I figured that was natural. I was jacked up on hormones. Tweet was the only girl who stayed in my head and in my dreams. Even when I looked at other girls’ bodies, once I moved up to their faces they all looked like Tweet.
    I’m so fucked up. Maybe Travis is right.
    All of a sudden, a pair of hands pushed down on my shoulders.
    “Boo!” There was no mistaking that drawl.
    “Hey, Brittani.”
    “Hey, Noah.” She cocked her head to one side.
    “What’s up?” I asked, trying hard not to stare at her body popping out of her bikini.
    “My body temperature.”
    She plopped down beside me so close that we were touching from our shoulders all the way down to our legs. The white multi-colored polka-dot bikini top pretty much just covered her nipples while the striped short shorts she had on sat low on her hips.
    I cleared my throat. “Yeah, it’s pretty hot out here.”
    “It is now that I spotted you.” Leaning back, she propped herself up with her hands, pushing her tits up, out, and really close to my bare upper arm. She looked from side-to-side and asked, “You alone?”
    “Um… Travis and I c-ame out to s-urf,” I stammered.
    Brittani had always made me nervous when we were alone, which wasn’t often. She’d corner me at my locker or outside school sometimes, but we never really hung out. She was a lot more forward than any other girls at school and from all accounts, a lot more experienced. I struggled to stay focused on the ocean but my gaze kept drifting back to multi-colored polka dots.
    “What about Ana?”
    My eyebrows scrunched together before I realized who she was asking about. “You mean Amanda.”
    “Whatever. She just always seems to be around you.”
    “She didn’t want to come today.”
    “She passed up the chance to see your hot body all wet and glistenin’?” Brittani sucked her lower lip into her mouth.
    “I guess.” I flashed a shy smile.
    “I’d never turn you down, Noah,” she said, running her fingernails down my arm. Standing, she held her hand out. “Walk with me.”
    My gaze traveled up her long tanned legs to her thighs, over her curvy hips, and up to her huge tits. I felt the familiar twitch in my swim trunks. When I finally turned to her face, I saw plain regular blue eyes, not gorgeous teal ones. Maybe it was time for a new challenge.
    I placed my hand in Brittani’s. It felt gritty with sand, not soft and warm like Tweet’s. As she helped me stand up a deafening squeaky laugh escaped her. Tweet had a great laugh. It started out deep in her throat and rose to the perfect pitch with a snort thrown in here and there.
    I need to stop this shit. I need to get Tweet out of my head.
    Brittani and I headed toward the pier. She walked slightly ahead giving me a good view of her body. I concentrated on the sway and bounce of her ass. We