I wake up slowly. My body is stiff from sleeping in such a strange position, and the morning air is colder than I remember the night being. For a moment, I don't know where I am. Then I feel the rock beneath me. Hear the ocean breathing. Smell the salt. Oh right, I probably fell asleep when I was busy staring out the ocean.
Then I notice something else. There's a hoodie draped over me.
I blink, sit up slightly, and feel the fabric slide with me—soft, worn cotton, still warm from someone else's body. Not mine. I definitely didn't bring anything with me.
I glance around. And that's when I see him. Theo.
He's sitting on the same big rock, just a bit farther from where I slept. Not close, but not far either. Enough space to keep a line between us, but not enough to call it distance.
He doesn't look at me. His eyes are trained on the horizon—or maybe not. Maybe on the ocean, maybe the sky, maybe the space in between where both become the same color in the early dawn.
