After breakfast, everyone more or less migrates onto the beach for the day. The radio starts pumping terrible music, cans of beer are already cracking open. I talk to some of my more distant relatives, trying to reestablish myself as a member of the family, but for the f*****g life of me, I can’t take my eyes off Terrence.
She hasn’t looked at me once since our encounter at breakfast. It’s like she’s washed her hands of me. Moved on. That’s what I asked her to do, isn’t it? I didn’t realize the outcome would cause me actual, physical pain. All my life, I’ve stayed away from serious relationships with women, afraid they would get too clingy and expect too much time that I’d already devoted to work.
But Terrence? God help me, I want her to be standing beside me right now, cuddled up into m
