Chapter Thirty-Six

MY COMPOSITION

 

“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE GOING TO burn,” Weston said, blocking my sun as I laid out on the deck of the boat.

“I’m okay. It’s our last day, and I want to soak up as much of the Caribbean as I can.”

The week had been beyond words or expectations. Weston had gone above and beyond any fantasy vacation my mind could come up with. We’d snorkeled off the coast of St. Thomas, swam with sea turtles, spent time on the beautiful beaches in the Virgin Islands, and sailed around crystal clear turquoise waters.

Sure, we’d had our picture taken the few times we went on land, but there wasn’t a pap in sight. More than once, we sat and talked with people for a while. I think it was something Weston enjoyed, meeting new people and getting to engage in conversation.

Being with Weston, we were treated differently, which was still odd for me. Having people stumbling over themselves to make me happy as going to take some getting used to.

“You should reapply.”

I sighed and took the bo