If money could buy happiness Jules would not need a bottle to navigate her relationship. If a perfectionist were perfect Matt would not fail at the one thing he wants most. They are friends with extraordinary benefits in a band never meant to be. But what happens when future rock god, Matt Loren, wants bandmate, Jules Breaux, as more than a bedroom plaything? When it all comes down to love, is it more than a four letter word?
Live a vinyl journey through the 70's, a time of political unrest and memorable events. Watch as surfing and skateboarding become a culture. Listen as music changes, and rock and roll is reshaped. Walk the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
"How many times can I apologize?"
With the chair in one hand and a magazine in the other, she couldn't fend him off when he retaliated by pulling her back against his wet length. It seemed that he could not get enough of that little bit of weight gain covered at the moment by her bikini top.
"Can I help it if I like your apologies?"
The memory he had just alluded to was only a few weeks old. She could not even remember what she had been sorry for. It had been something silly, an excuse to goof off, to fool around, to go down.
The blush that heated her face had to be visible, even in the hot sun. Several people were scattered on the beach but seemed to be paying no mind to them. That was a good thing, because Matt must have remembered the aforementioned apology in detail as soon as he spoke of it.
"You have only yourself to blame," Jules told him when she felt his plight.
"That's just not true. I blame you. Surfing in your little bikini. Sitting here in your little bikini..."
His hands dropped to her waist. Maybe in self defense to remind her that she was a human shield. Water dripped from his hair, as he bent his head speaking these seductive words right next to her ear. Seducing her in front of at least a dozen people, ankle deep in high tide, at high noon.