Page 48 of Promise Not To Fall

“I really am sorry.”

“Shut up while you’re ahead,” he mumbles, annoyed.

I realize then Island Boy has a temper yes, but he’s a bit of an island baby too.

Smiling, I nudge his shoulder with mine, draping a dry towel over my legs. “You’re angry when you get hurt, aren’t you?”

Turning his head, he gapes at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You kicked me in the fucking eye.”

I wave him off. “Don’t exaggerate. Ibumpedyour eye.”

He points an angry finger to his eye, giving me a glare. “Does that goddamn look like a bump?”

I can’t help the rush of giggles that break out. With the way his hair is wet and all over the place from the wind and then the purple swollen eye, it’s too much for me to keep a straight face. “It’s like you’re a pirate.”

“Fuck off,” he says, pushing me away from him, using his palm to cover my face.

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