48. You?

Quinn

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Hendrix left. I pursed my lips before looking back at him, and a little heat scorched my cheeks.

"Can I sit beside you?"

He sat down straight away. Not even waiting for my answer. It's not that I don't want him to sit beside me, but it would be nice for us to change location. My feet started to get cold from the water.

"Aren't your feet cold?" He grabs the little towel beside him and is waiting for me.

"A little bit." I took my feet out of the water and whirled them halfway towards him so he could wipe them.

I don't want to touch the sand. Thank goodness I can maneuver my body like this. Basic yoga helps me. He wiped my feet gently.

"Thank you. Had you had enough with your ex?" I put my slippers on.

"Yes. She wants me to watch the stars on the other side of the wing, but I refuse."

"Really? And why is that?" I blinked, and he pressed his lips together.

I froze, my heart thundering against my chest.

"I'm not interested anymore, Quinn. We've talked about this, righ