Shirley's POV
I rolled my eyes at Larry, who still had that dull look. I took off my shoe to feel the sand, hoping that when l looked at him again, he must have brightened up.
The sand itself was soft and inviting, a warm and comforting surface that seemed to mold itself to the shape of my feet.
Slowly, I moved closer to him and embraced him from behind.
I leaned my head on his back, feeling relaxed and breathing gently. His warm body against mine.
He placed his palms on my locked hands and then swirled me over to face him. His eyes had a deep concern, and I could feel I was scared of something.
He placed his palms on my cheeks, memorizing every feature on my face. I moved my face on his palms and let out a satisfying smile.
Perhaps he needn't talk, he just wanted a quiet and fun mo
