The one where I have a realisation.

I flush. Mortification fills me. I just let out a gasp like this is the first time I'm seeing someone's arm. An incredibly attractive arm, but an arm nonetheless. Luckily, Max doesn't react. Either he didn't hear, or he just decided to ignore me. Anyone works for me. He walks over to my shoes and picks them up. He walks back to me, but I walk past him to go look in the lake.

He watches me silently, but when I attempt to put my hand in the water, he stops me.

"Calista, that's not a good idea," he says

"Why?" I ask

"You're cold," He replies to me matter of factly.

"Oh yeah, that's right." I sigh with regret but put my hand down. Max helps me to my feet. We walk away from the lake and sit in a patch of grass that I don't recognise. Max grabs my shoes and makes to go help me put it on. But I stop him

"I can do that." He raises his head and gives me what I have come to term."The brow"

"Fine," I say and roll my eyes. I try very hard not to think about the fact that he is helping me with my