Unfiltered & Undressed (The Unfiltered Series) Read Online Free PDF

never be able to reach.
    And now this: Will, of all people, coming to my rescue.
    This was most definitely not the magical experience I’d dreamed of.
    “What are you even doing here?” I finally groaned.
    Will’s absurdly green eyes appeared above me again, his eyebrows pinching together. “I was gonna ask you the same thing. What were you thinking coming out here alone? These might be good surfing swells, but maybe not so good for swimming, don’t you think?” He said it like he was asking me, even though he obviously knew the answer.
    “Is that what you were doing? Surfing?” I bolted upright. My head throbbed as I lifted my hand to the bump that was already forming. “Is that what you hit me with?” I searched the sand and saw a long white board with green and yellow patterns on it, only then noticing the skintight wetsuit he was wearing.
    Yet, even the wetsuit couldn’t hide the fact that he had a body most girls would kill to get their hands on…you know, if you were into that kind of thing.
    His expression softened, and if I’d been one of the girls from the bar last night, I might have fallen for the sincerity he managed to muster. “I swear I didn’t see you until it was too late,” he explained, his voice low. He reached out to brush a salty strand of my hair from my forehead. “How is it?” he asked, his fingers pushing mine aside so he could examine my injury. This time, when he asked, “What were you thinking?” it didn’t come out like an accusation, and I almost believed he meant it.
    I tried to think of the right way to answer him. Maybe I had a concussion or something, because suddenly his nearness was wreaking havoc on my brain. “I—I was trying to…” He leaned in close and his lips drew together. I couldn’t tell if he was planning to kiss me or what, but alarm set my heart racing. I felt like an animal caught in a snare—hurt, trapped, completely freaked out.
    At the last minute, he lifted his chin and blew gently on the lump on my forehead, and I gasped out loud.
    “Swim,” I finished, and realized the word had come out more like a gasp, so I tried again, “I was trying to swim.”
    He chuckled against my brow, and I hated the way my stomach flipped, and the way he seemed so completely and totally unaffected. “I guessed that much. But maybe next time you should bring a swim buddy. Or try wearing some of those little arm floaties.”
    I pushed away from him, creating some distance between us so I could think more clearly. “You know, this was your fault. If you hadn’t tried to kill me with that…that thing of yours…” I waved toward his board, which was lying just a few feet away.
    “You mean my surfboard ?” he filled in when I couldn’t seem to find the right word.
    I narrowed my gaze. “That’s right, your surfboard. If you hadn’t hit me, I wouldn’t have needed saving.” It was a lie, but he didn’t know that. Besides, I didn’t appreciate being mocked.
    “I said I was sorr—” he started, but I cut him off.
    “I was doing just fine until you came along. I would’ve been swimming in no time. Turns out, it’s not all that hard,” I lied again, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing he may have saved my life by bashing into me.
    Will shot to his feet. “ Would have been swimming?” he repeated as the meaning sunk in. “Are you fucking nuts? Are you saying you can’t even swim, and you just, what, dove right into the ocean to figure it out?” He ran his hand through his messy hair, agitation clear on his face. “I’ve heard a lot of stupid things in my time, but never— never —anything as fucked up as that. You’re lucky you’re not shark-bait right now, you know that?”
    Not quite as steady on my feet, I jumped up too. There was no way I was letting him have the last word. “Like I said, I’d have been just fine if you hadn’t run into me with that stupid board of yours. It’s really none of your business how I learn