Chapter 33: On His Back

“Very.” He let himself fall back so that he went underwater. When he came out, his hair was slicked back. “Want to get dry?”

“Sure.”

We went over to our packs, removed our towels, and found a dry spot of ground a little way off from the group, but still in the “safe zone” Alika had instructed us to remain in.

I took my journal from my pack and lay on my stomach, allowing the sun to dry my suit and warm my skin. I opened the book and debated how to write about the splendor around me as well as my feelings about it.

“I’ve noticed you carry that with you everywhere,” he said, indicating my journal.

“It helps me keep a clear head.”

“Oh.” Griffin lay on his back on his towel and faced me. With heavy eyes, he watched. “Am I in this book?”