Chapter 107 – Alone

• We walk for hours along the beach – long, languid hours, chatting about small things – the way the sand feels, the sea looks, how the sun feels on our skin. It’s only when I can feel myself burning – even under my stupid fisherman’s cap – that Christian drags me home. Even then I’m reluctant, though – I love being on the beach.
• “Nooo,” I moan, putting my weight into the heels as Christian pulls me by the hand towards the house’s little porch. “Ten more minutes!”
• “Iris,” he sighs, though he’s smirking as he turns back to me, “I let you stay out ten more minutes and you’ll shrivel up into a little crisp!”