I've spent a lot of time sailing on the ocean, and felt like it HAD to be part of one of my books. I adore Antony to pieces, but being on a sailboat for him wasn't nearly as fun as it is for me.
I'll just do my quote thing:
I know what to do with girls who smile through thick lashes and bit their lip. I don't know what to do with girls who wear running shoes, faded jeans, and read on kindles.
"Please call me later on, okay?" I ask. I'm completely pathetic. Just like a girl. Please call me, don't forget. Bats lashes. And as she steps into the still night, I start to get it. She knows I think like this. She can see through me, and it scares her. Maybe I'm just an incurable asshole, which really sucks, 'cause I've always thought of myself as one of the nice guys.
I stare at my shoes in the sand and don't answer. I've already let this girl in on way too much, which means I'm hurting too much. Something's gotta give or I'm going to break apart.