#Chapter 107 – Alone

We walk for hours along the beach – long, languid hours, chatting about small things – the way the sand feels, the sea looks, how the sun feels on our skin. It’s only when I can feel myself burning – even under my stupid fisherman’s cap – that Christian drags me home. Even then I’m reluctant, though – I love being on the beach. “Nooo,” I moan, putting my weight into the heels as Christian pulls me by the hand towards the house’s little porch. “Ten more minutes!” “Iris,” he sighs, though he’s smirking as he turns back to me, “I let you stay out ten more minutes and you’ll shrivel up into a little crisp!” “It’s worth it,” I growl playfully, narrowing my eyes at him. But Christian just laughs, and tugs harder so that I stumble forward and land against his side. But I laugh too, and wrap my arms around his waist, and let him lead me back into the house. We get busy, then, with our own little tasks, which just feels…so incredibly lovely. I mean, I honestly don’t know what’s so wonderfu