Chris's pov
My eyes were glued to Daisy’s lips. They were… kissable. Really kissable. The drops of seawater on them made them look even more tempting. I had to resist the urge to lean in and… kiss her.
I sat on the sand while she sat on her surfboard. We were riding out the panic of almost drowning in that monster wave.
I kept hoping she would look away because I knew I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off her. My heart was beating against my chest like a war drum. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, even through the wetness of our swimsuits.
I wanted to kiss her so badly.
I reached out my hand and gently cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing lightly against her skin. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and questioning. For a moment, time and everything else seemed to stand
