Melia’s Point of View
Today could not have been more perfect.
The sun is high, the sky impossibly blue, and the water around Vaadhoo Island shimmer like liquid glass.
Alex and I have been snorkeling for hours, laughing every time one of us surfaced at the wrong spot or splashed the other in the face.
“Stop trying to race me.”
I say, pushing my wet hair out of my eyes.
He grins at me.
“I am not racing you. I am just naturally faster.”
I scoff.
“Naturally faster? You nearly swallowed half the ocean back there.”
He laughs, a warm, easy sound that makes something flutter in my chest.
“Details, details.”
He murmurs. We continue float side by side for a while, letting the waves rock us gently. Every now and then he points at a fish or a coral formation, his voice low and full of
