I spotted Kevin on the deck in one of the lounge seats. Gold hair tousled back when his head lolled on the headrest. His grip in the water bottle in hand tightened.
"Are you avoiding me?" I sat beside him.
He didn't open his eyes. Nor did he respond.
"I thought you said you were not at all bothered by our discussion last night," I teased.
He peeked at me through an eye. "I was not."
Such a liar. But at least he gave me an answer.
"You did not come to bed last night," I observed the lower deck. "I'm starting to think you don't want to be alone with me."
He opened his eyes and picked up the tablet on the other side of the seat. "Can you blame me? Every time we end up in a room alone together, you do something that you are not supposed to."
I learned my lesson from the last time we we
