Once
again, we plunge into the water as soon as we set foot on the sand. Although
everything I’m experiencing enchants me, I begin to feel my level of anxiety
rise, because as the day progresses, my resolution to talk with Ethan weakens.
I know that once the Pandora’s Box is open, our positive rapport will become a
thing of the past.
Ethan
probably thinks the same thing because he makes no allusion to the subject. We
chat about everything and nothing, but we don’t touch the topic of our
relationship.
“What
are you thinking? Why did your forehead wrinkle?” He gently touches my
forehead, and I hold my breath.
“Nothing
interesting,” I lie.
“I’m
not trying to avoid a serious conversation between us,” he feels the need to
explain. “I just want a bit of calm before the storm. I
