I lost half an arm and all my courage in a shark attack.

Now a broody swim coach wants me back out on the water.

Everyone else seems glad I’m too chicken to surf anymore–everyone except Coach Kane. He’s determined to get me back on my board. He swears it, a fist pressed to his perfect, toned chest.

Honestly, you have one measly panic attack in the campus pool, and then suddenly you’re a gorgeous man’s business. So weird.

It’s not like I could ever do it. Sure, surfing use...
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I lost half an arm and all my courage in a shark attack.

Now a broody swim coach wants me back out on the water.

Everyone else seems glad I’m too chicken to surf anymore–everyone except Coach Kane. He’s determined to get me back on my board. He swears it, a fist pressed to his perfect, toned chest.

Honestly, you have one measly panic attack in the campus pool, and then suddenly you’re a gorgeous man’s business. So weird.

It’s not like I could ever do it. Sure, surfing used to be my whole life–it was the one place in the world I felt truly myself. And sure, I miss it so much my whole body aches.

But I’m done. Something inside me is broken, even if Coach Kane doesn’t agree.

He can try to help if he likes, though. He can try to make me braver–though he’d better watch out if he does. Because it’s not just my surfboard I’m longing for these days.

…It’s him.
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