Cynthia indeed cherished these moments, but she clearly felt the complexity in Andrew's eyes.
Whether it was intentional or not, he would often touch the scar on her belly, each time lingering longer, his gaze growing darker.
On the last day, he suggested they go to the beach.
Cynthia wore a two-piece swimsuit, exposing the scar on her belly. She was a little self-conscious, so she wrapped a big shawl around herself. She didn't like swimming and sat on the shore watching him swim.
Andrew, with his athletic prowess, moved through the water like a shark, his well-defined muscles glistening in the sunlight as he emerged.
She found herself staring, thinking about the intimate night they had shared, and her face heated up.
That was when his cell phone vibrated.
She rarely paid attention
