I run my fingers absentmindedly through her hair with one hand while the other plays with my phone. She’s staring silently up at the stars. She does that a lot. Stares at the sky. I think she thinks the answers are up there somewhere and if she just looks hard enough, eventually she’ll find them. This has been the majority of our summer together. Yes, we kiss. A lot. But we also just do this. And it’s pretty freaking amazing, I have to say. It took a while to find a spot where we could be together without the threat of all the inquisitive eyes. I never knew how hard it was to hide on Winlock Harbor until I started secretly hooking up with my best friend’s ex. Downtown is out of the question. The main beach is even worse. My house is a minefield, with Mike working on the roof and Ian camped out in the guest room. My father’s boat stopped being an option after he got sick of the ferry and started taking it back and forth to the mainland for work. I don’t know what he’s been doing, but he’s been there an awful lot.
