NICK
I drove to the beach like a goddamn maniac. Tires screeching, radio blasting some angry rock song I didn’t even like — it just felt right for my mood. Furious didn’t even cover it. I was livid. The kind of mad that made my eye twitch anytime Nara’s image flashed in my head. And it wasn’t the good kind of flash, like when you accidentally picture someone naked. No. This one made me want to punch a wall and scream at the seagulls.
I swore the entire way there.
And when I finally parked, almost crushing some guy’s bike in the process, I slammed the car door shut and marched toward the beach like a storm cloud with legs.
The place was packed. Like every half-naked, tanned, and annoyingly happy person in town had decided to throw a beach party without telling me.
Didn’t matter. I had
