Presley stood staring at the water lapping gently on the shore. It was quite possibly the calmest the sea had been since she arrived. It mocked her. While everything seemed right in nature, her entire world was imploding all around her.
“Say something,” Cruz said from beside her, standing close enough she could feel the heat from his body and yet it felt like the entire world was between them. “Tell me you don’t think I’m a pervert for wanting you when you were seventeen or nineteen or twenty-one. Tell me you’re not going to leave me before we’ve even really gotten started.”
She remained quietly watching the shoreline, the echoes of people laughing as they strolled the pathway between her patio and the beach, straining her ears.
“Presley,” he stepped closer, his fingers reaching to grip
