He nods, sweeping a lock of my hair out of my face. “You did, but that’s okay.”
My cheeks and eyes feel swollen from the sting of tears. “I’m sorry.”
His fingers linger on my cheekbone and he’s looking into my eyes, terrified. “I said it was okay, Cindy. And I promise it is… I liked holding you… It made me feel calm.”
I suck back the tears that still want to come out. “Okay.”
He nods and there’s a silent agreement that we’re both okay for the moment and that being together is okay. I start to climb off his lap, but he grabs my waist and shifts me aside so I slide onto the seat. I put my feet on the floor, confused as he reaches for his pocket. He takes out his wallet and pulls out a twenty, and then he leans over the seat and hands it to the driver.
He starts to move back into the sea
