✿MOANA✿
Dinner had been torture.
I had sat there, pushing food around my plate, barely tasting anything. The resort's signature seafood pasta might as well have been cardboard. Every time I looked up, Dylan was watching me with those intense green eyes that seemed to see straight through every lie I told myself.
I could still taste him on my lips. Mint and sin and something that made my core clench every time I replayed the kiss in my mind.
My mom had noticed my silence.
"Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?" she had asked, reaching across the table to touch my hand with genuine concern. "You've barely eaten anything, and you've been so quiet."
"I'm fine, Mom," I had forced a smile that felt like it might crack my face. "Just tired. Too much sun today, I think."
It wasn't entirely a
