“Okay. Let me show you.” I let go of her shoulders and moved to stand next to her as another wave washed by, rising against our bodies. “It’s easier to see from shore, but watch the waves break. See how they break over there, and here, but not in that center area?”

I stepped behind her and pointed, my arm grazing her cheek so she could follow easily. Her head came to the perfect height—she’d be able to rest it in the hollow of my shoulder if she turned around. It would be ridiculously easy to kiss her—

Nope. No. Not happening. Stop it.

“I see,” she said, nodding her head.

I immediately dropped my arm. “Right. So that area in the center doesn’t have any waves breaking, because that’s where the ocean sucks the water back out quickly. Hence the term riptide.”

She spun, looking up at me with a perplexed look on her face.

Yep, I’d been right. She’d fit snugly against me, and I wouldn’t even have to bend far to get my mouth—

I took a step back and hoped I wasn’t obvious as hell.

“But I was out in that exact spot when I found the sea glass.”

“The sea glass,” I repeated like an idiot. What was this, high school? I was sixteen again, getting caught staring at Stacy Anderson during English instead of paying attention. Except Morgan was ten times more…everything than Stacy had been.

“Right. The day you pulled your Aquaman stunt?” She folded her arms under her breasts, pushing the curves up.

I didn’t look.

I deserved fucking sainthood, because that qualified as a miracle.

“Aquaman?” Stop repeating what she says, you moron.

“You know, when you came out of the ocean all Lord of the Fish or whatever and then started jogging? Though I honestly thought you looked more like Captain America at the time. Still kind of do, actually.” She tilted her head in clear appraisal of my features.

“The day I first saw you?”

“You remember that? It was only a few seconds.” Goose bumps rose on her arms, but I’d barely registered the water’s temperature until right now. It was way worse last month, but it was still good and chilled in here.

“Yes. Clear as day.” How the hell could I not? It was the only time I’d ever seen her completely unguarded, her emotions on full display. “I mean, it might not have been as colorful an impression as the one you made later that day, but yes, I knew it was you.”

A blush stung her cheeks, and she mumbled something about burning that pair of underwear.

“Sea glass, huh?” I asked to get both of our minds off her underwear.