Hannah
My feet crunched on the gravel beside the surf shop, and I glanced over my shoulder at the trees. The sky was a dim gray, and nervous anticipation bubbled in my stomach.
My eyes were dry. I had barely slept. I hadn’t been up this early since high school, when our history class took a day trip to Victoria to visit a Titanic exhibit at the museum. I often stayed up late reading, rolled out of bed, and headed straight to the bookshop for nine o’clock to open. I still stayed up late reading last night. I couldn’t help myself.
What was I doing here? Alarm whistled through my veins. I had replayed yesterday’s conversation with Wyatt a thousand times. I couldn’t believe I actually went through with it.
I couldn’t believe he said yes. Half of me expected him to laugh in my face.
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