Jason's POV
But ten-fifteen came and went, and I was starting to think she wasn't coming. This was just another broken promise, another time where everything else in her life had taken priority over me.
I clenched my fists so tight that I could literally hear the muscles stretch.
"Wait, Jason, she's here!" Crimson howled in excitement.
I lifted my head to see a taxi pull up at the dock. My heart actually stuttered when I saw Lysa climb out of the back seat. She was wearing jean shorts and a simple tank top, her hair lifted slightly by the sea breeze, sunlight catching against her skin.
Her clothes were simple with no dramatic effort—but she stood out, and stole my breath away.
She leaned down, looking flustered as she paid the driver and grabbed a small beach bag.
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