Page 102 of Finding Storm

And I’m right. As I turn the boat into the canyon, I only see a couple of other boats here.

“I thought we could stop here for a bit,” I say to Storm. “Have something to eat. Swim if you want. I brought some of Beck’s swimming trunks for you to wear.”

“You’ll be swimming too?”

I give him a funny look. “Well, I didn’t plan on sending you in on your own.”

“Then, I’m definitely up for swimming.”

Huh. Weird.

Why will he only swim if I’m going in? Does he have a fear of the water or something?

“Are you afraid of the water?” I ask him.

It’s his turn to give me a funny look. “No. Why?”

“Just … you don’t seem to want to go in the water without me.”

He laughs a low sound. “No. I just wanted to make sure I’d get to see you in a bathing suit.”

Oh. “Oh.”

Christ. I’m going red. I can feel it.

Fucking hell.

I keep my focus ahead and steer the boat into the canyon.

Look at me, I can’t even cope with him flirting with me.

He was flirting with me, right? I’m pretty sure he was flirting with me.

Jesus. This is how bad I’ve gotten—that I don’t even know when a guy is flirting with me.

And there’s me early-on, thinking about having sex with the guy, and I can’t even handle it when he makes a flirty comment, if that’s what it even was.

Welp.

I drive the boat to a secluded part, away from the other boats, to give Storm privacy.

Not that I want to get him alone or anything. I mean, why would I want to do that? It’s not like I’d even know what to do with the guy.

Turning off the engine, I anchor the boat.

I turn to Storm. He’s standing in the walkway of the seating area, looking out at the water.

“Swim first or eat?” I ask him.

He turns to face me. Eyes meet mine. There’s something almost playful in them. So, I’m not wholly surprised when he says, “Swim.”

Okay.

Bathing-suit time.

At least I put my bathing suit on beneath my clothes. So, it’s just a case of me removing them, and I’m good to go.

But still, I’m going to be wearing a bathing suit in front of him.