Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
Isla
Julian leaves to head upstairs to get ready for the day we have planned while I head to my room. I don't have a wetsuit for surfing that's for sure so I spend the next ten minutes ripping through my suitcase to find something to wear. When I was researching what to wear for surfing, things like snug bikini came up but as I look through my selection I don't have any. The bikinis I bought were meant to be more pretty than athletic and now I'm stuck on how I'm going to go surfing without  the perfect outfit. 
I rummage through more of the bikinis I have and while I'm starting to grow frustrated, I hear my name being called in the empty house. 
"In here," I shout outloud and am glad that I had left my door open so Julian should be able to hear me. After a while, I hear footsteps padding into the hallway and then hear it stop. I hear the knocks on my doorframe and turn sideways to find Julian reemerge in an all black wetsuit. My eyes stray to his chest because he hadn't put the suit all the way up and had his torso out. 
My cheeks heat up from the fact that I was obviously looking at his chest and force myself to look up. Julian didn't have a bad form and I can tell that he lifts weight at his gym because he was fit. Before I can look any further, I look back up at his face and say, "Hi." 
He leans back against the doorframe and folds his arms across his chest. Then he gestures to the mess on the floor with his chin and asks, "What's going on?"
"Turns out I'm a slut," I blurt out with no filter and Julian coughs out loud at the unexpected of my words. He recovers quick though and asks, "What was that again?" 
"Ugh," I say kneeling beside my things on the floor. I pick at my bikinis and say, "I have no surfing appropriate bikinis to wear." 
"I don't think surfing has a dress code," Julian says and I glance at him with an unimpressed look. "Not unless I want my bikinis to flash me left and right on the water." 
"Oh," he says, drawing air into his mouth and letting it go. I only agree with him by clicking my tongue in my mouth and saying, "Yup! All my bikinis cover the minimum amount of skin." 
"Okay," Julian says and then I hear him walk over to me. I move out of the way as he lowers himself to the floor and kneels beside me. He looks at me and says, "I'm sure there is something in here for you to wear." 
"Your suit is nice," I say, observing how well it fit on him and saying, "Maybe you have an extra." 
"You'll drown with all the extra fabric," he says to me casually. I cross my hands across my chest and say, "The suit fits you snug. Surely it wouldn't be too big on me." 
I watch Julian's blue eyes very slowly move from my face and down to my figure once. As they stray the second time, my body heats up from his wasteful gaze. He looks back at my face and says, "No." 
I let out a nervous chuckle as I say, "Oh okay." 
"Let me see what you are working with," he says as he moves his hands toward my selection of bikinis. I sit there beside him shocked that he barely asked and watch as he rummages through the tons of bikinis I had brought for this trip. Then he gets to the ones at the bottom and his hands slow at their work as he picks up a bikini. My eyes brows shoot up to my forehead as I watch him hold it up to me. 
The one he holds in his hand is the only pair of one piece suit I had brought for the trip. I had left it in the bottom of my suitcase because it wasn't the best flattering and I didn't want weird tan lines so I didn't wear it. It's been a long time since I have seen it which makes sense as to why I had forgotten about it.