“Get on your knees.” She points at the board that sits on top of the sand. “This is a very important position especially when you need a break from…” She licks her lips, and Dylan waits on edge for her to finish the sentence.
“…standing,” she says with a wink.
Considering we’re the only two in the class, I’m starting to feel like the third wheel.
“I agree,” he says with a smirk, eating up everything she’s saying. I’m trying really hard to keep my scoffs and eye rolls to myself.
Once we’ve practiced a few times on the sand, she tells us to take our boards to the water, which is as calm as can be. We mount our boards how she taught us, and at first, we both look like baby cows learning to walk for the first time—all wobbly and trying not to fall on our asses.
But before too long, we’re
