I can tell that Ol isn’t keen.
Just like he’s never keen about the beach or hiking.
“We could sit by the lake and toast marshmallows over the fire,” I promise.
“I don’t know,” Olsen shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I'm not really an outdoors guy. I’d rather stay indoors so we can…”
“Have your wicked way with me next to the lake,” I tease. “Orinthe lake.”
“Tempting,” he replies. “But I’m not a huge fan of mozzies or grass stains on my clothes. How about… when you get home, I’ll take you somewhere fancy for dinner.”
I struggle to hide my disappointment, even though I can never resist this boy for long.
“Can I be dessert?” I negotiate.
“I shall worship you beneath the sheets until you can't take it anymore,” he pledges.
I have no doubt in my mind that Olsen will follow through on that.
And I don’t want to force him to go on holiday if he’s gonna be miserable.
We devour each other until noon, then I drove to the cabin alone.
As evening falls, I walk a tightrope between ache and euphoria.
Standing beneath the galaxy I once abandoned, I hold my arms wide.
I let the tears flow.
I let myself miss her.
Theseare real stars.
This is a long anticipated sweet reunion.
One that I almost let slip through my fingers.
It’s not identical to the sky above Jundah.
The colours are softer, of course.
But it’s close enough, and the lake and mountains are majestic.
???
“What time are we meeting the others?” I ask.
“Around nine, I think.”
The clubbing scene is more Olsen's thing than mine.
I’ve never been a fan of crowds or loud noises.
But I do love to dance.
