Molly
His face brightens immediately.
Fifteen minutes later we’re inside his car heading toward the beach.
Josh keeps smiling almost the entire drive.
It makes me uneasy because I don’t want him misunderstanding this. I don’t want him thinking this means anything more than a quiet afternoon away from everything else. I agreed because I needed quiet, not because something between us changed.
Still, I don’t say anything.
The beach comes into view sooner than I expect. He parks near the entrance and we step out together.
The air smells clean. Salt and water and wind wrap around me the moment my feet touch the sand path. The sound of the waves grows clearer the closer we walk toward the shoreline.
Josh suddenly stops.
“Wait here,” he says.
He jogs toward a small stand near the walkwa
