HAVEN POV
As much as I hated giving in to Wesley’s bossy requests, my body couldn’t help but listen to him when he told me to rest. I really wanted to protest, to fight back against his stupid request.
But the exhaustion I still felt from the two weekends of performances and rehearsals in between finally caught up to me, and before I knew it, I was snoozing in the front seat of his truck, my legs curled up under me and my hand in his.
When I opened my eyes again, we were no longer in the mountains surrounded by redwoods. I sat up straighter, blinking, disoriented, as I took in our surroundings.
Rolling hills. Small, colorful houses. Beautiful Cypress trees I had only ever seen pictures of when researching California when we wrote to each other as kids.
And beyond it all, white sand a
