Chelyan and Mel both needed a shower after their active night together, back at Chelyan’s cottage on Bramblegrove Beach, before they went out for their first walk since Tuesday morning. “I’m so thrilled to be back here on the beach,” Chelyan said as they walked briskly along the soft sand on the bright sunny morning. “There is no place I’d rather be than here with you in this perfect setting.”
“I’ll second that motion without a doubt,” Mel replied as he reached over and gave Chelyan’s hand a quick, affectionate squeeze, releasing it, hopefully, before some of the neighbors noticed it.
After their morning walk, Mel returned to his cottage to work on his recently ignored novel. They had agreed that it was best for him to be seen walking back and forth to her place instead of causing nosey
