Ch. 40 - Date Island

"I saw the postcard in your wallet."

"Oh?"

Aron had his arm around me, hand at my waist, while I rested my head on his shoulder. We were sitting in a hollow in the cliff face, just deep enough to protect us from the rain. It was on the south-eastern side of the island at a point overlooking the sea we'd found earlier as we trekked south.

We both knew it would be beyond foolish to get up to anything… intimate right now, but cuddling in a cave was probably fine.

"Did it jog your memory?" asked Aron.

I shook my head. "I don't remember writing it," I said. I looked up at him and fought the impulse to kiss his neck. "If it turned out I didn't write it, would that bother you?"

"No," replied Aron without any hesitation.

"No? Really?" I sat up to look at him more properly but Aron pulled me closer again.