*Michael*
I rolled over in bed; the glare of the sun from the window had streamed across my face, pulling me from some much-needed sleep.
I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Shelby on the beach. I wanted to talk to her, to see if she was okay, but I hadn't seen her since the incident.
My mind went over it, reliving every aspect in vivid color....
“Michael, there is a man taking pictures of us!" Shelby had squealed.
I'd turned my head, and sure enough, a man was standing on the rocky outcrop hanging over the cove.
“s**t! Stay behind me, Shelby. I'll get you out of this," I'd said as I protectively shifted her body behind mine.
She'd buried her face in my neck, and I could feel her nervous heartbeat against my chest. I had been so foolish to pull her into this mess.
