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deserved to be with a guy that got it right the first time. Derek loved her and only wanted the best for her.
    A woman walked by him, holding her board as she approached the water. Derek turned and looked, distracted by the sight. She dropped her backpack and her towel then ran her fingers through her dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a bikini, and the sight stole all focus away from Thatcher.
    It was pink, contrasting against her dark skin. There were strings on either side of her hips, and two sets of strings for her torso. Derek was immediately mesmerized by the sight. On her wrist, she had a bracelet made of braided thread. There were seashells attached to the material. The board she left in the sand was white and pink, matching the swimsuit she wore.
    As the sun rose over the horizon, it shined on her skin, making it look shiny and glossy. He could only see her back and her side profile, but that was all he needed to see. Her legs were thick and toned, powerful from the constant running and swimming. Her toe nails were painted yellow, contrasting against the dark color of the sand. She wore a golden ankle bracelet. It was so thin and light, it was barely noticeable.
    When his eyes moved up her toned thighs, he stared at her ass. It was perky and lifted, making her legs appear thin and h er waist even slimmer. The swimsuit covered her cheeks, but he imagined it rising as she ran. When he felt the heat flush his cheeks, his eyes moved up until he saw the curves of her waist. She was thin, but she had prominent abdominal muscles, washboard abs. She was thick and hard, hardly having any fat. She was almost as fit as he was. He wanted to see her from the front but she didn’t turn around.
    His eyes examined her back, seeing the prominent lines of her shoulders and the center of her back. Her arms were thin but defined with muscles. Even her triceps were noticeable. From the outline of her beasts in her swimsuit, Derek could tell she had a busty chest. It made her waist look smaller, tighter. Derek wanted her to turn around so he could see her face. He’d never seen a woman so perfect. She was a supermodel on Sports Illustrated , but toned and strong.  There was no way she was absolutely perfect. Perhaps her face was hideous, deformed and non-proportional. He waited and waited but she never turned.
    “Come on,” he whispered.
    Her head turned at his words.
    Derek felt his mouth drop. Her face was even better. Her complexion was perfect, not dry and flaky from the sea salt. Her eyebrows were thin and curved and she had a small nose. Her green eyes were bright despite the dim lighting. Her lips were thin and curved, slightly upturned. Every feature fit together like a piece of art, every part playing its roll. Derek stared at her, unable to turn away.
    “Yes?” she said.
    “Uh…” Derek felt his mind go blank.
    She stared at him, waiting for a response.
    The sound of her voice, deep and powerful made him turn to jelly. The confidence in her eyes made him nervous. “What kind of board is that?” he blurted.
    “Rip Curl.”
    “Oh…cool.” Derek knew how stupid he sounded. He wanted to punch himself in the face.
    “What’s yours?” she asked.
    “The same.”
    “I like it.”
    “Thanks…me too.”
    “Well, I’m going to hit the waves.”
    “I hurt my wrist,” he blurted. He didn’t know why said that. He just didn’t want her to think he sucked at surfing. In fact, if he wasn’t injured, he’d be showing off as much as possible.
    “Are you okay?” she asked, her hands on her hips.
    He stared at her body, trying not to gawk at her breasts. She wore a golden necklace that contained a small pendant. It reflected the light. His eyes moved to her belly button, which was pierced. He’d always been a sucker for girls with navel piercings. Her body was so perfect he couldn’t look away. The definition of her stomach and the tightness of her waist immediately made him feel hot. He didn’t realize how