JESSICA
Finding a starfish on Sunset Beach was rare and magical, and my eyes widened. And that wasn't the only surprising thing about this moment. The most stunning guy I'd ever seen was standing in front of me, displaying the sea creature as if it were a precious jewel.
The bone-white starfish sat atop his wide palm. It had five thin tentacles and in its middle, an imprint of another five-pointed star.
"I found this on the beach when I was out running this morning. I thought of you."
My heart thumped fast because he was standing so close. "Oh! That's a serpent starfish. We almost never find them here on Sunset Beach, and never in perfect shape like this. It's gorgeous."
"Like you." he murmured. "Here. It's a gift."
He gently slid the starfish into my cupped hands. Hopefully he didn't notice I was shaking from his compliment. Being around him made me nervous, in a good way.
Leo Villeneuve from New Orleans was crazy handsome, with his slight French accent, floppy brown hair that he was always pushing off his forehead and a mouth that curved upward even when he wasn't smiling. And he smelled incredible and fresh, like pine trees and soap.
Leo was eighteen, a year older than me, and in Florida for the winter holidays with his father.
"Thank you." My eyes met his slate blue gaze and we stared at each other, unblinking, mesmerized. I had to get back to cleaning the rooms in my family's small beach hotel, but as we stood at the end of the hallway near a window, I couldn't move because I was captivated by the way the sunlight bounced off his bronze skin.
He was so beautiful.
Leo lowered his gaze from mine slowly, and the way his long eyelashes shyly brushed the top of his cheekbones when he blinked made my insides melt everywhere.
He traced the delicate, whip-like arms of the starfish lightly with his long index finger and I long for him to do the same on the skin of my palm.
"I also wanted to ask you something, Jessica."
I noticed that he swallowed hard and seemed nervous, and that endeared him to me even more.
"Yes?" My voice was shaky.
The words tumbled from his lips. "Would you watch the fireworks with me on New Year's Eve? Your mom's giving a party for the adults here at the hotel. My dad said it was okay if I go with you and I've already asked your mom if we can hang out together."
He must really want to hang out if he went to the trouble of asking my mom. "Did she say yes?"
"She did."
Never did I dream that my mother would let her watch the fireworks alone, with a guy, on New Year's Eve. But Mom had been acting strange since Leo and his father had arrived on the island.
I suspected it had something to do with the fact that Mom and Leo's father Adam had been friends at University, way before I was born. But I hadn't paid attention to any of that.
No, all of my focus was on Leo, with his infectious laugh. We'd flirted all week.
First we locked eyes during breakfast, when I put out pastries for all the hotel guests and later, when Mom invited father and son over for dinner. Leo had grabbed my hand under the dinner table, and at one point, I slipped my foot out of my flip-flop and rested my toes lightly on his bare foot.
It was the boldest thing I'd ever done with a guy. My whole leg crackled with warmth from the feeling of his skin near mine.
"I would love to." A giddy feeling bubbled inside me and it took everything I had to not squeak with excitement.
Leo beamed, then bit his lip. "Awesome."
I excused herself, saying I had to put the starfish in a safe place in my room. I tore down two flights of stairs, hoping to race the nervousness away.
Me and Mom lived on the hotel's first floor, in a modest, converted two-bedroom apartment just past the reception desk. My older sister had recently graduated from a local college and was working in New York City, so I finally had a room to myself. The aqua-and-white Art Deco hotel on Palmira, a small, sleepy barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico was the only home I'd ever known.
"Mom Mom Mom!" I burst into the apartment. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Mom was sitting at her paper-strewn desk in the cozy living room, reading glasses atop her nose. She looked up, amused. "For what, sweetheart?"
I ran into my bedroom and gingerly set the starfish on the bureau, then rushed back into the living room and folded her into a giant hug. "For letting me watch the fireworks with Leo on New Year's."
Mom slid her reading glasses down the bridge of her nose. "I'm letting you go because I know you two will be bored here with all the adults. But remember, he's a boy. Actually, he's almost a man. And you have to be careful around men. Remember what happened with your father and me. I was only twenty-five when I met him."
Mom always said my dad's name in a tight, tense voice, and it always accompanied a lecture.
"Okay, whatever, mom."
"And I want you to check in every hour. That's why I gave you a cell phone. Make sure you stay with the crowds of people and your curfew is twelve-thirty. Sharp. That gives you two enough time to watch the fireworks and get home."
"Fine. But I need to figure out what I'm going to wear," I said, twirling around the living room, feeling like a princess even though I was wearing a hot pink tank top and black yoga pants. Was it possible that sophisticated, handsome Leo liked her?
"You need to clean those two rooms on the fourth floor," Mom chuckled. "Wait. Let's make a deal. If you clean all six rooms, I'll buy you a new outfit."
"I love you!" I planted a kiss on Mom's cheek and skipped out the door. Never had I been so eager to clean hotel rooms.
***
"It's almost midnight. Make a wish." Leo spoke low in my ear and slipped his arms around my waist.
I looked up at the green and red fireworks booming in the sky and shivered when his chest pressed against my back. The salt-scented air was cool for Florida, but my whole body tingled with heat from the feel of Leo's arms. I should have worn a sweater over my new striped red-and-white cotton dress with spaghetti straps, but the way Leo kept looking at me made the slight chill worth it.
I couldn't wait to tell my best friend Catalina about my night.
We'd spent hours together, getting pizza, then ice cream. Finally, we sat on the sand and talked for a solid two hours.
Our voices drowned out the sound of the surf and the noise from nearby bars. I discovered his dad was from New Orleans and his mother from Florida. His mother had died when he was young, and I'd wanted to hug him when he talked about how he missed her. I settled instead for grabbing his hand and holding it awkwardly.
I told him about how I loved drawing and reading manga comic books, and he didn't make fun of me for being a bit of a geek like the guys in school did. Because Leo seemed so kind, I also shared some things I'd never told anyone. Like how I'd never met my father and how frustrated I got when my sister treated me like a child.
About a half hour before midnight, we walked to the pier and settled ourselves in the waiting crowd. Just minutes before the year-end countdown, Leo whispered in my ear, telling me he might come back to Florida for college in the fall.
"That would be great," I said, trying to contain my happiness. "We could hang out."
"I'd want to do more than hang out. I'd want you to be my girlfriend."
Leo hugged me, right in public, as if I was already his girlfriend. I wrapped her hands over his, squeezing his fingers. Everyone around us began to chant.
"TEN. NINE. EIGHT..."
I pressed my body back into Leo's, his warmth spreading through me. He responded by dipping his head to kiss my neck. Goose bumps formed on my skin.
"SEVEN. SIX. FIVE. FOUR..."
I grinned to the heavens, my eyes searching the stars.
I wondered what Leo's going to wish for. I know what I'd wish for.
"THREE. TWO. ONE!"
I spun around in Leo's arms. As the throngs around us cheered and sparkling white fireworks rained down from the sky, he cupped my face with both hands.
Everything went silent, and all I could focus on was the feel of his soft lips on mine. His mouth was warm and I yielded to him, not knowing how his body could feel so hard and his lips could be so gentle. My body was deliciously dizzy, almost faint from the fluttery, needy sensation inside of me. I didn't understand the feeling, didn't want to understand it because it scared me a little and left me aching.
It made me think something big was about to happen.
What was I doing? I'd never really kissed a guy, not like this. Oh sure, I'd pecked and smooched with a couple of boys after school, in the shadow of the pale pink lifeguard shack on the beach. But nothing like this. Leo's kiss was reverent. Searching. Hot.
We kissed long and slow while the chaos of celebration erupted around us.
I wish Leo comes back to Florida. And stays forever. With me.