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“Cole?”

“Yeah.” I drag a hand over my face. “I’m sorry. This isn’t right.”

She stiffens and hops off my lap. Her cheeks and chest turn bright red as she tries to right her clothes. “I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away.”

I shake my head and run my fingers through my hair. “Don’t apologize. Just… look around. It’s not exactly the most romantic setting.”

Sav grabs her parka and zips it up. She won’t look at me.

“We just… you know, we’re both so tense. We just need to blow off steam. Er…”

“Look at me.” I grab her by the shoulders and give her a tiny shake. “You? You’re great. I’m the problem. You are the dictionary definition of perfect.”

Her throat works and she ducks her head. “Thanks.”

I drop my hands, feeling like the biggest moron on the planet. “Yep. No problem.”

We stare at opposite walls as silence stretches between us. I’m trying to remember the reason why I stopped us.

Am I really that dumb? Who knows if I’ll ever get the chance to touch Savannah again?

She clears her throat and lifts the latch on the door. It’s still raining, but the insane storm that reminded me of a hurricane has now died off to a drizzle.

“Care to chance it?” Sav asks.

Inhaling deeply, I nod. “It seems calmer.”

She packs the lantern and foil blankets into her backpack, then we step outside. The sky has lightened up again

The boat catches my eye. It makes me curious.

“Hey. Why do you know so much about boats?”

She laughs a little, looking at me like I’ve gone bonkers.

“My grandfather is a fisherman. He owns his own company and his own boat.”

“Wait. What?” I try to imagine Savannah on a fishing boat, but my imagination isn’t that good.

She nods. “I grew up mending nets and going out trawling in the early morning and late evening. I am legitimately living the Salt Life.”

That earns an eye roll from me.

“I didn’t know that about you.”

She squints at me. Then she drops her backpack and hat on the ground, takes a step away from me, and does a standing back handspring.

My jaw drops.

“What the hell?!”

This girl surprises me every single day that I know her. God, she’s so perfect. She’s a goddess. And I’m just a loser who doesn’t even deserve to grovel at her feet. I honestly can’t decide right now if I’m more disgusted with myself or more admiring of Savannah.

Sav stands up straight and flips her blonde hair over her shoulder. Then she shrugs and smirks at me.

“I guess there’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

She jogs back and scoops up her backpack and hat. Sliding the backpack on, she jerks her head away from the water. “Now can we find this marker already so we can get the hell on with our lives?”

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