Starfish (Starfish #1) by Lisa Becker

Author:Lisa Becker [Becker, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781796666465
Google: MhEnwwEACAAJ
Amazon: B07NY9TTFG
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2019-05-20T23:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-SEVEN

MARIN

If ever I’ve had to endure temptation before, it was truly nothing compared to this moment. Seeing Brad so comfortable, so masterful at this camping thing, is beyond sexy. It’s all I can do not to launch myself at him. The sun has gone down, and it’s gotten quite chilly. We both change into long pants and sweatshirts before huddling around the campfire he built.

“So, what now?” I ask. “What do you do when the sun goes down? Work on your video game?”

“No. This is my time to be unplugged,” he explains. “I come up here to play and write.”

“Music?”

“Yeah, music.” He stands up and strides over to an acoustic guitar case resting next to a camping chair. He removes the instrument from the case and comes to sit next to me. He strums a few times and adjusts the little nobs at the top. For someone working with a rock band, I should learn the real terms for the instruments and their parts.

I stop thinking about work when he plays the Eric Clapton song from Oliver’s wedding. It’s sweet and slow and so beautiful. His voice is clear and soulful, and the way his fingers move along the strings makes my heart ache. There’s so much depth to him.

“Huh?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“You zoned out there for a second,” he says. “I asked if you had any requests.”

“Oh.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yes, I want to hear something you wrote.” He looks down at his fingers and strums the guitar, evoking a beautiful melody.

“That was wonderful,” I tell him when he’s finished.

“I wrote it this week. I don’t have the lyrics yet, but it’s the start of something.”

“I like it,” I confirm.

“You know what I like?” he asks, looking into my eyes.

Me. You like me. Please don’t say it. I don’t think I can bear to hear it again. I don’t think I can resist.

“B,” I whisper in a plea.

“S’mores,” he responds, looking away. “Can’t go camping without s’mores.”

I sigh in relief. “Of course,” I agree. “They’re a must.” I watch him walk over to a cooler where he pulls out a Hershey’s bar. We sit in comfortable silence, toasting marshmallows and eating sweet treats.

When he offers me seconds, I put my hand up. “No thanks. I’m good.”

“Suit yourself,” he says with a mischievous smile before devouring a second s’more.

“So, what next?”

“When I’ve eaten two s’mores and sung myself out, I go to bed.”

“To bed,” I say on a swallow. Bed. With Brad. Not sure why this is making me so nervous, but it is.

“Do we need to put out the fire?”

“Yeah. It’s not safe to have it going all night. We’ll be warm in our sleeping bags and tent.”

“Okay, well, if you give me the sleeping bags, I can roll them out for us,” I offer.

“Mine is right there,” he says pointing to a navy blue roll. “I’m not sure where you put yours.”

“Where I put my what?”

“Your sleeping bag,” he replies and turns his back to me, throwing dirt on the fire.

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