Yes, I was all his.
As our eyes remained trapped in mutual contemplation, as though we were exploring each other’s inner world, a lump formed in my throat.
I’d never cried so much in my life.
He snapped out of it and rose. “Come on. Let’s go to the beach.”
“What am I going to swim in?” I asked.
“I just thought of something. Come with me.”
He crooked his finger, and I followed along.