“Dawn patrol, Kate,” he whispers excitedly. “Time to go surfing.” I could use a while longer in bed, but I lazily rise up to a sitting position, at least. “Sounds good,” I say, covering a yawn. “I can do my sunrise yoga thing.” Moving fast, Carson pulls on his board shorts before I really get a chance to admire his naked body. Oh, we came so close last night, but I’m still waiting for something, some moment that will let me know it’s time. I’m caught in limbo between the fantasy of having something real with Carson and the reality that this is a vacation experience I’ll never forget but that will soon be just a memory. So we haven’t made love yet. Lots of other fun stuff, but I can’t give myself to him completely. The brief glimpse of his nude form, worthy of a Greek statue, makes me feel like I must be crazy or stupid or both. “You don’t have to choose between the two, you know,” Carson says. “You can do yoga and surf.” “So can you, mister,” I say, dragging myself off the bed.
