Melia’s Point of View
The sun is low, the ocean breeze warm, carrying the scent of salt towards us as we sit outside, mugs of coffee in our hands.
Alex leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out lazily.
“So what do you want to do tonight? Do you want to go out?”
He asks, glancing over at me.
I turn my head towards him, watching how the sunlight hits his face.
“Do you want to go out?”
I ask. He gives me a little half-shrug.
“I really don’t mind. Whatever you want to do.”
I take a sip of my coffee, pretending to think about it, even though I know what I want to do.
“Would you mind if we stay in and order some room service instead of going out?”
I ask, biting my lip. A slow smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his eyes lighting up.
“No, I wouldn’t mind that in the lea
