Jackson finds me a little while later sitting on the beach, digging my toes into the soft white sand. I had been too distracted by my swirling thoughts to walk far, so instead, I had meandered up to the small cove that was just out of sight of the villa and plopped myself in a shady spot while I contemplated the situation. I had repeatedly cursed myself for not having my phone on me; I could have really done with being able to rant at Soph or Finn about how f****d up my day had become.
“So…” Jackson drops down next to me, and I can tell he's uncomfortable from how he starts rubbing the back of his neck.
“So,” I reply, struggling to look him in the eyes. “Maggie, is it?” He nods. “Ex-girlfriend and almost ex-fiancée?” Jackson looks startled at my words, so I put him out of his misery. “Ja
