I gasp. “How dare you accuse me?”
“You are an infamous and self-admitted liar.”
“But I would never violate the sacrosanctity of the game.” I rise to my feet as haughtily as I can. “Enjoy your coffee while I get dressed.”
It’s not until I’m in my room that I remember: I do not own a single stitch of clothing.
Look at her. Just— look at her.
ONCE AGAIN, I SHOW A SHAMEFUL LACK OF RESTRAINT AT THE way the coast unfolds before my eyes. I take in the rugged shorelines, gasp dramatically, and say “Oh my God” about fifteen times, pressing my forehead to the cool glass of the passenger window to get a better view. Everywhere my eyes land is blue and green, dense and jagged, beachy, woodsy. When Koen catches me craning my neck backward to study a sea stack, the car slows down for me to admire t
