Abi almost rolled her eyes at him but decided on a grin instead, reaching up and tapping his face with her palm jokingly. He was a funny man, obviously, just far too bogged down in his own head to come up for air. “Novel opening with two people getting drunk on an empty beach? Now that’s a good first chapter.”
He had been right about Cuba, she decided as he held onto her waist; there was something about it, floating in the air that made the rest of the world soften in focus. When had been the last time she’d just talked to a stranger and enjoyed it? When had been the last time she’d got sand in her feet and sea wind in her hair? Jesus, it was all just so beautiful here, it felt like nothing else mattered in the entire world.
There was a danger in that feeling though, forgetting the outside. Abi couldn’t stay, that much she knew, not when the door would eventually close and she’d be stuck on the other side. It was better to just live for the moment she had instead of the one she couldn’t.
“We’ll worry about that later,” she said, kicking off her shoes and sinking her toes into the sand, feeling it get colder as she got deeper. “I have a private beach, a cold bottle of rum, and a handsome man. Why would I ever want to leave?”