Evelyn
Alexander looks out over the water as the river carries us back the way he rowed, slowly drifting past the dock where we started off. He looks out at the people walking by on shore. He gazes down at our intertwined hands, kissing mine over the gloves.
He doesn’t look me in the eye.
“Do you not want me to stay in your room?” I ask nervously, not understanding his unease. It’s leaking through our connection in my chest, too.
“Of course, I do,” he says, still staring at our hands. “Are you dizzy?” he asks, looking up to study my face, somehow managing not to meet my eyes as he does.
“I can’t quite tell the difference between my dizziness and the rocking of the boat, so I’m not sure,” I admit. He swallows roughly, and I can’t get over how worried he is about me.
How caring and aff
