I thought about the lease, the house, the plane ticket.
I will dedicate all of tomorrow to studying. No tricks, no practice, no gym time. Just you, and me, and books. Boring books. Not even Kama Sutra books.Ugh. Those eyes got me every time. Promise?
I promise. He leaned in, brushing his lips over mine. Honestly, though. I heard the view up there is unparalleled. Figured you might like to see it.Well, I guess you’re only in Morocco once, right?Absolutely. He got up and put on his shoes for the hike.
Hell no, she answered, spreading sunscreen on her skin. I’m not hiking all the way up there just to hike all the way back down. I’ll cheer you on, though.We took off, following a gently worn path to the top of the cliff, scrambling over rocks in a few places that had Paxton giving me a push…more likely giving him an excuse to get his hands on my ass, but I wasn’t complaining.
My breathing was heavy once we reached the top, but he was right, the view was astounding. The falls from the tip of the valley were visible from here, breathtaking and slightly dangerous-looking. I could make out the lower-walled pools from here, too, all the same aqua color that begged for a dip.
What are you thinking? Paxton asked, holding my hand as we stepped closer to the edge. He paused before we got too far, knowing there was no way I was willingly looking over the side. Even the pebbled ground felt unstable up here.Don’t answer it, Paxton begged. Whoever it is can wait until we get this settled.
But I needed the breather, the space to think. I broke our quasi embrace and walked down the hall, Paxton on my heels, like he was scared I’d walk out before we finished.The knob twisted in my hand, and I opened the door.
Well, that’s some hello, nice to see you, Rachel said before flinging her arms around my neck and pulling me into her familiar hug. Thank God I found you. I saw this video on Instagram last week, and I knew I had to get here. Do you have any idea how many calls I had to make to get on the ship a week early? Or how many flights, for that matter? They only let me do it because second term starts at the next port and I told them I needed the same adjustment time the other students had gotten. I have to talk to you.She pulled back, cupping my face in her hands, concern lancing through her almond-shaped brown eyes as she saw tears in mine. I’m too late, aren’t I?