Discovering Delilah (Harborside Nights, Book 2) by Melissa Foster Read Free Book Online Page B

“You’re amazing. Just be careful, you know. Be smart. Respect your body.”
    I nod.
    “Are you okay? Are we okay?” Her eyes get serious.
    I nod faster than I mean to. “I don’t feel weird.Oh gosh, do you?”
    “No. No, Delilah, I don’t. But I’ve been with lots of women.”
    “I’m fine, really. I’m so thankful. And you’re so beautiful, and so nice, and I just hope that when we see each other again we won’t feel funny.” I bite my lip. “And I’m rambling and nervous and excited, and…I’ll shut up now.”
    She laughs. “I think we were pretty straight up with each other. I’m not lookingfor a girlfriend, and hopefully now you’ll feel confident enough to go after the one girl you really want.”
    “ If she’s into girls.” I roll my eyes like it’s no big deal, but I hope and pray Ashley is not just into girls, but into me .
    “You won’t know unless you try, and life’s too short not to go after what you want.”
    After we hug goodbye I head to my Jeep. The air feels lighter andmy head feels clearer than it ever has. I start up the Jeep, and as much as I want to drive straight over to Ashley’s and share this feeling with her, I don’t. It doesn’t feel right to be with her after being with Janessa. I drive home with the windows down and the cool night air blowing through my hair. It isn’t until I reach my house that guilt sneaks in, stealing the excitement of my newfound pleasurelike a thief.

Chapter Four
    ~Ashley~
    ENDLESS SUMMER SURF Shop is located a block away from the boardwalk. It’s painted bright yellow with a huge sign out front featuring a surfer riding a wave. Every morning we line up a display of surfboards out front and wheel one of the sale racks out to the sidewalk. We have a bike rack out front for customers to chain up their bikes while they shop. Betweenthe brightly colored surfboards and the yellow building, our shop is easy to spot, even from a distance. One of the coolest things about working here is that when we aren’t busy, Brent Steele, the owner and an amazing surfer, lets me set up a chair and paint in front of the store. Some days I just leave my easel there and go outside for a few minutes here or there.
    I’m sitting out front ofthe shop now, thinking about Delilah. Ever since we began meeting on the dunes, I wake before the alarm, and on the mornings we don’t meet, like this morning, the day is not nearly as bright.
    I leaf through my sketch pad, trying to find the picture of Delilah I started yesterday morning. At least I’ll see her tonight. Cassidy and Brooke planned a birthday party for my friend Brandon Owens.He’s the one who introduced me to Delilah at the beginning of the summer.
    Brandon and I went to college together. We met the first week of our freshman year, and we clicked right away. He’s a tough nut, all attitude and hard edges, but there’s a softer side to Brandon that I don’t think many people get to see. I don’t know why he let me into his inner circle, but I’m glad he did. I would neverhave come to Harborside or met Delilah if it weren’t for him. Brandon’s from Harborside, and after I had a really bad breakup, Brandon suggested that I move to Harborside instead of going home to Rhode Island. I love my family, but nothing beats living at the beach. I’ve been living in an apartment down the road for almost a year and have fallen in love with everything about the town and allthe friends I’ve made.
    Brandon’s sort of living at Delilah’s now. He crashes there almost every night. All of Brandon’s friends, many of whom are also Delilah’s friends, accepted me into their group pretty easily. And now that Delilah and Wyatt decided to sell their house in Connecticut and stay in Harborside, I like it here even more.
    I find the sketch I was working on and begin refiningthe arch of Delilah’s slim eyebrows. Her hair is blonder than mine and silkier. Mine’s dirty blond and longer than Delilah’s. Sometimes the