CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
“Keira, we should talk about what happened at the beach,” Milo said.
They were walking side by side back toward the hotel. Keira’s insides were roiling, her mind spinning with confusion. Of course Milo wanted to talk about the kiss, but she felt far too awkward. She kept her lips buttoned and her gaze focused elsewhere.
“Please,” Milo tried again. “I can tell you’re unhappy.”
Keira just shook her head. She couldn’t yet articulate her feelings. The kiss had been wonderful, beautiful, and natural. But she’d been tipsy from cocktails, perhaps a little sun-stroked from the entire day swimming and snorkeling in the sea, and more than a little giddy from the unique moment with the turtles and sunset. Milo kissing her in that moment was almost inevitable. And yet she couldn
