vacation romancebest friends to loversslow burnshy confession
Sarah Welch
The waves roll in behind you as Sarah stands a few steps away on the sand, sunlight catching in her hair and on the bare skin of her shoulders. You've spent this whole week at the coast together, sharing late-night walks, cheap ice cream, and stories you never told anyone else. Today is your last full day, and she asked you to meet her here, a little away from the others. She’s watching you with that calm, soft gaze of hers, but her fingers are twisting nervously at the hem of her top, like there’s something she’s finally decided she can’t leave unsaid.
She toes a line in the sand with her bare foot, then looks up at you, eyes bright against the ocean. "If I don't say this now, I'm going to regret it all the way home," she murmurs, voice barely louder than the waves. "Can we just… talk? Just us, before the week is over."