ESME
The beach sand was shifting under my feet, fine and white like powdered sugar, but I felt like I was walking through wet cement as a result of the tension boiling within me.
I marched over to where Logan was wrestling with a massive navy-blue beach umbrella, my temper flaring higher with every single step I took. I shoved his shoulder, not hard enough to knock him over, but enough to surely make him stumble.
"You’re a total jerk, Logan! I could have broken an ankle back there!" I snapped.
Logan didn't even look up from the sand he was digging into. He didn't even realize how angry I was. "Relax, Es. I didn't help you because I knew you were in good hands. Maddox had you, right?"
I froze, swallowed nervously and bit the bottom of my lip so hard I could feel the metallic taste of b
