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I can’t help but laugh. It feels so damn good to have him here, cracking jokes and making everything seem lighter than it is. I grab the eggplant and hold it up. “You’re unbelievable,” I say, but it’s all affection. “You’re saying this thing is like his… cock?”
He rummages through the fridge some more, tossing out other veggies. “Nope. This is what I’m talking about,” he says, pulling out a big zucchini. “This one’s more his speed.”
“Are you seriously making me look at vegetables to figure out how big Beau is?” I ask, laughing. I’m shaking my head. “This is so fucking ridiculous, Logan.”
He just shrugs, grabbing a couple more veggies and stacking them. “I’m just saying, when you figure it out, let me know.” He winks at me, all playful.
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling now. I feel so much better than I did earlier. This is why I wanted Logan here—because no matter what happens, he can always make things feel less… heavy. He’s the one person who gets me.
“Thanks,” I mutter, putting the steaks on the table. “I really needed this.”
He pops a grape tomato into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “No problem. You’re gonna kick ass with this project. I mean, shit, if you can handle the drama with Beau, the rest is a walk in the park.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not just Beau.” I poke the steak with a fork, distracted. “It’s… everything. The team. Ace. The damn pressure. I’m excited, but I’m also freaking out.”
Logan grabs his glass of wine and walks over to the table, sitting down. “You’ve got this, Daisy. I mean, if anyone can handle a hot mess of a situation, it’s you. And if Beau gets in your way, I’ll take care of it for you.”
I stare at him, amused. “Really? You’re gonna take care of Beau for me?”
“Hey, I’ve got my ways,” Logan says with a smirk, lifting his glass to me. “But seriously, you need to remember you’re in control here. This is your project, your career.”
I clink my glass against his, the sound ringing through the quiet apartment. “Thanks. You’re right. I can’t let him or anyone else screw this up for me.”
Logan leans back in his chair, looking all casual but with a glint in his eyes. “Hell yeah, you can’t. But for now, let’s just enjoy these steaks and not talk about hismassivecock anymore, yeah?”
I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. “You’re insane.”
“Yeah, but you love me for it.”
“You’re lucky I do.” We dive into the food, the conversation turning to something lighter, and for the first time today, I feel like I can finally breathe.
CHAPTER SIX
Mason
The sun’sbarely up as I paddle out onto the water, the waves smooth, almost glassy. It’s the kind of morning you dream about—perfect conditions, no crowds, just me and the ocean.
My board cuts through the water effortlessly as I wait for a good one. I don’t have to wait long.
A wave rolls in, just the right size. I position myself, pop up with ease, and immediately feel the rush. The wave carries me forward, the spray hitting my face as I ride it all the way to shore.
It’s like time slows down. Every twist, every turn on the wave feels natural, like I’ve done this a thousand times. My arms move fluidly, my body adjusting with every shift in the wave’s motion. I’m grinning like a fool, enjoying every second of it.
This is why I wake up early, why I make time for the surf—nothing beats the feeling of conquering a perfect wave.
I catch a few more before I finally decide to call it quits. I paddle back to shore, my muscles already starting to ache from the adrenaline, but it’s a good kind of pain. I make it to the sand, rolling off the board and walking back to the beach like I own the place.
After a quick stretch, I grab my towel, wiping the salt water from my face before tossing it around my neck. Time to get moving.
I pull on my sweatpants, the kind that are loose but still fit just right. The waistband’s snug enough to keep everything in place but not tight enough to feel uncomfortable. It’s a good look.
I check my phone—ten minutes to get to practice. Perfect.
I jog over to my car, my feet still wet from the surf, and slip on my flip-flops. I hop into the car. The engine hums to life, and I make my way down the street, my mind already shifting gears from the peaceful surf session to the intensity of practice.
As I pull up to a juice place, the sign neon and bright, I decide I could use a little something extra today. I swing into the parking lot and park, grabbing my wallet from the passenger seat.
Walking inside, the air smells fresh and fruity. I order my usual juice, which has kiwi in it, as well as a bunch of other healthy stuff. It’s packed with vitamins. It makes me feel like I’ve done something good for my body.
