I drag myself to the beach like fog the next morning. I don’t know how I am going to face Eros after yesterday’s slip. I still feel embarrassed for myself. I try not to think about that anymore, because I can already see his familiar silhouette standing by the sea.
I take a deep breath and walk towards him, my heart racing anxiously. He doesn’t acknowledge me, until I stop beside him, probably looking like a nervous wreck. He turns his head and I look up a bit too hastily, meeting his stunning icy blue eyes. “Good morning,” he greets me with a warm smile.
I am taken aback for a moment. He isn’t mad at me for barging into his house last evening? “G-Good morning,” I stutter back, searching his eyes in confusion. He tilts his head curiously and I can sense that he feels sorry for me.
