Amy watched as Milo stood up on his surfboard, feeling a sense of pride as he rode the waves. He was a quick learner, and she enjoyed teaching him the ins and outs of surfing. However, as the lesson progressed, she began to notice a cockiness in him that she hadn't seen before.
He took off his ankle rope, showing off his newfound skills. Amy felt a knot in her stomach as she watched him take unnecessary risks. She tried to warn him, but he was too caught up in the moment to listen. Suddenly, a massive wave crashed over him, knocking him off his board and sending it flying.
Amy's heart raced as she watched him struggle in the water. She knew this was a dangerous rip, and he was quickly dragged out to sea. Without hesitation, she grabbed a safety device from the shore and swam out to rescue him.
As she reached him, she could see the fear in his eyes. He was exhausted and on the verge of giving up. She knew that she had to act fast, and she pulled him towards the shore with all her strength.
As they reached the safety of the shore, Milo collapsed onto the sand, gasping for breath. Amy felt deep concern as she realized how close he had come to drowning. She knelt beside him, checking him over for injuries.
Despite his foolishness, she couldn't deny her attraction toward him. Looking into his eyes, she could see a spark of something she hadn't noticed before. They both knew their connection was undeniable, and as they sat there on the beach, catching their breath, they felt it.
Amy couldn't believe what had just happened. She was furious with Milo, the sexy, reckless, and incredibly ripped man who had risked their life with his reckless surfing stunt. Her pulse kicked into high gear as she looked at him, her anger mixing with a fierce attraction she couldn't ignore.
"What the hell happened out there?" she demanded, shaking angrily. "What were you thinking? You could have gotten us both killed to show off your surfing ability!"
Milo looked sheepish, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with a hint of remorse. "I'm sorry, Amy," he said, his voice quiet. "I got carried away. I didn't mean to put us in danger."
Despite her anger, Amy found herself softening at the sound of his voice. She knew Milo was a risk-taker, a man living on the edge. But as she looked at him, she realized that she didn't want to be angry with him. She wanted to be close to him, feel his body's heat against hers, and lose herself in the passion that had been simmering between them since they met.
Let me make it up to you with dinner and drinks," Milo offered cheekily.
Amy couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and amusement as she watched Milo's cheeky grin. She couldn't deny her intense attraction toward him despite his reckless behavior during his surf lesson that morning.
She looked into his big expressive eyes, feeling herself soften under his gaze. As much as she tried to resist, there was no denying the chemistry between them.
"I guess I could use a stiff drink after your antics this morning," she said teasingly.
Milo's face lit up at her response. "I'm glad you're not holding it against me," he said, his tone playful.
She checked her watch, realizing she had two more lessons to teach that afternoon. "Meet me here at dusk, and we can stroll and find a nice restaurant on the Boulevard," she suggested.
Milo's grin widened. "Deal," he exclaimed, clearly happy once more.
As the day passed, Amy couldn't help but think about Milo. Despite the short time they had known each other, she strongly connected with him. He was charming, funny, and adventurous, all qualities she found irresistible.
As Milo approached Amy on the sand at dusk, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. His chiseled features were accentuated by the soft glow of the setting sun, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to twinkle in the light.
Amy felt a flutter in her stomach as he came closer. She had to remind herself that she was his surfing instructor, and this was a professional setting, and he was a client. But she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him.
The ocean breeze tousled Milo's hair, and his white t-shirt clung to his broad chest, outlining his muscular physique. Amy felt her heart race as he flashed her a charming smile, and she couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered on her.
She cleared her throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Ready to find a restaurant and grab some dinner?" she asked.
Milo nodded eagerly, and Amy felt a rush of excitement. They set off down the Boulevard, the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore filling the air. They strolled along the Boulevard, enjoying the warm evening air and the lively atmosphere. As they walked, Amy couldn't help but steal glances at Milo, admiring how he moved with effortless grace.
The chemistry between them was palpable, and Amy felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She tried to push the thought aside, reminding herself that she was his instructor and that this was just a friendly dinner.
As they chatted and laughed, Amy became more drawn to Milo. She couldn't help but feel that they had a deep connection as if they had known each other for much longer than just a few days.
As they arrived at a cozy restaurant, Amy realized she was falling for him and didn't want their time together to end. She made a silent promise to herself to make the most of their time together and to savor every moment with the man who had softened her heart. Amy couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as they sat at a candlelit table. She had a feeling that this was just the beginning of something special.