Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“Any plans for tonight?”
Luna blinks, it’s then I notice the tiredness lingering under eyes. “I don’t think so. Why?”
“Just wondered. Last night was pretty loud. Sounded like you had a pretty good time.”
Her face flushes an even darker shade of pink. “I had a few friends over. Sorry.”
“I’d appreciate a heads up next time,” I say without thinking.
Her brow furrows and near anger comes over her. “Not sure why that’s your business.”
The irritation I felt last night comes back in full force. All the time in the sun isn’t helping. I’m tired and overheated and now Luna is snapping at me like I accused her of something.
Well, if she’s going to take it like that, I might as well earn it.
“The party wasn’t any of my business. Except for the parts that kept me up all night. I wanted to know if you were planning the same thing for tonight so I can make other arrangements to get some sleep.”
Her fingers clench around the straps of her flip-flops, and she grits her teeth so hard I’m surprised her jaw doesn’t shake. She’s upset. “I have no idea what our plans are, but I’ll be sure to let you know once I find out.”
“No need to do that.”
“I wouldn’t want to disturb you or anything. I didn’t mean to keep you awake. I didn’t realize the music was that loud, or that it would bother you. But, sure, take it out on me, if that’s what you want,” she snaps at me.
Whoah. I’m taken off guard for a moment. “I didn’t mean—”
“Yes, you did,” she shouts, her voice cutting through the breeze and the waves and everything else. Her hazel eyes are sharp and glistening with tears. Her hands tremble. “I didn’t come here looking to—all I wanted was to spend some time at the beach, and you had to start in with these questions. If you had such a problem, why didn’t you knock on the door? You could have done that, you know. You have my phone number from the lease. You could have sent a text. You could have said something.”
“That’s not what—”
“But you didn’t,” she continues, her voice rising. Everybody on the entire beach must be able to hear her. “You didn’t do any of that. You waited until it was too late for me to do anything. So what do you want me to do now that the night is over? Most of the day’s over, too. There’s nothing I can do about that, so you’re being an asshole for no reason. You know that, don’t you? That you’re being this way for no reason, and it’s not like you told me there was a curfew or that you could hear through the walls!”
“All I’m trying to say—”
“There was no time on the lease!” Luna’s words hit much harder than they should. She’s furious, but the tears in her eyes are spilling down her cheeks, and it’s a lot. It’s much more intense than I meant it to be, which must mean something else is going on here. “I read every word of the agreement, and there weren’t any specified quiet hours! So if you wanted me to follow rules, then you should have put them in the lease! That only seems—”
Something flies out of her hand in mid-sentence as she waves her arms, and Luna’s eyes track it as it flies down to the sidewalk and breaks in half. I reach for it and miss. A shell. It’s just a shell.
“Oh, no,” she says, her voice going even higher, like whatever she dropped is priceless. “Oh, shit.” Her bottom lip wobbles and all I can think is this woman is on the brink of genuinely losing her shit. She’s beautiful but holy fuck, I did not think she’d blow up like this over asking her to just keep it down.
I swear she’s going to cry again when she looks down at the broken shell. Maybe she liked this one in particular for some reason, but it’s not the end of the world. There are hundreds of other shells on the beach. If she wanted to, Luna could turn around and find one right now. She probably wouldn’t have to walk all the way back to the ocean, either.
“Hey.” I take a step toward her, glancing again to make sure it’s just a shell, and it is. It’s a normal shell, just broken. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was up most of the night, too.” I let out a laugh that sounds ridiculous. “Just thought I’d check to see if—”
Luna takes a sudden step back, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. She’s not letting any more tears fall, but they’re welling in her eyes. Soon there will be too many to hold back. Over what I said to her? Over the shell? Something else? It has to be something else, right?