When I opened my eyes it was morning, but something was different I couldn't help but pinpoint.
My mind was still dazed and slow from sleep. Something drew me closer; a warm body encased me.
My mind became more alert and I could slowly remember where I was.
Maybe I was dreaming, I squeezed my eyes shut as I lay next to him, but it felt abnormally real, too real. The arm wrapped around me was too warm be my imagination.
I opened my eyes again and there he was. His face just a few inches from mine, black lashes framed his face as he snored softly.
He looked so peaceful, like a baby. I could stare at him all day.
But I knew he wouldn't like that; I knew he was going to avoid me as usual when he wakes up.
"Xavier," I whispered, lightly caressing his furrowed brows. He relaxed instantly into my touch.
If he could like me just as much I liked him.
He did apologize for the things he said, it was sweet but it doesn't change anything, it won't make him like me back.
It would just seem like I'm forcing myself on his life just like the other girls and I didn't want to be placed in the same category. I won't allow it.
I sighed, still stroking his brows.
I should leave before he wakes.
Gently separating myself from his embrace as much as it pained me to, I started toward the door without looking back.
"Glory?" A male voice called out.
I stopped startled to see Evan in the hallway. His eyebrow was raised in question.
"Um," I stammered, my face flushed, thankfully it isn't visible.
He chuckled in response and I silently groaned in my head.
Everyone would hear of this before breakfast.
"Where are you off to?" I tried to deflect the attention on me, my eyes straying to the box and fishing gears he carried, he was on odd clothing I never imagined on
him.
"I'm going fishing," he said smiling at me in a; I—know—what—you—are—trying—to—do—manner.
"Don't ask," I narrowed my eyes at him.
He raised his hand in surrender. "Ok, but do you want to go with me?"
"Fishing?" I asked.
I have never been fishing before.
He nodded.
"Ok, let me change, I'll be quick," I said, dashing for my room.
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According to Evan, the island was a popular fishing spot especially at night, it is usually deserted early hours of the morning.
The four-wheel-drive jeep pulled to a stop at a pier. Evan got out before me, pulling the stuff he came with from the car boot. The smell of seawater drifted up to my nostrils as I made my way towards him. I checked my phone to see it's 5:00 am.
"I don't have a clue what to do, you know?" I smiled sheepishly.
He grinned as he hands me a rod and a smaller box while he carried the larger one I saw with him earlier.
"Come on," he said trudging forward.
"Umm, Evan is this the spot?" I asked, glancing around. It was still dark so I could only see a couple of buildings.
"Not really, Most people fish at San Diego bay. I like to fish here, it's a secret spot," he said.
"And here's?" I peered at him.
"Coronado ferry landing pier," he chuckled, shaking his head at me.
"Oh. Well, now how am I to know that." I wrinkled my nose, miffed that he was laughing at me.
"How adorable," he said.
Leading me by the hand to the edge of the pier. I sat back, dangling my legs to watch him as he prepared us for fishing.
He hands me a rod, a bloodworm was attached as bait to the hook.
I waited as he did the same and watched with rapt attention as he cast the line into the water.
I copied his movement, though it didn't go far as his.
Fascinated by the ripple it made in the water, I pulled my rod back up, trying to create another. I giggle left my lips at the result.
"Oh joy," Evan said, the laughter in his eyes giving contrast to the frown on his lips.
"What I'm having fun," I said, giggling again.
"Indeed, here let me help you with that," he said, passing his to me then throwing my line almost the same distance as his own.
"So__," I started, as my rod was returned.
"Shh," he said. "You can't talk."
"But__?"
"Shh! Shh!"
Silence ensued and I tuned in to the change in direction of the sea wind and the sound made by the current as it beat the rocks, and the tugging In my hands became persistent.
"Evan!" I shouted in awe. "I think I got one."
"Reel it in." He hollered back, motioning how-to with his hands.
"Ok," I said, demonstrating what he did.
"I got it, I got it." I chanted.
We watched as the fish came into view.
"A croaker and a big one to boot," Evan whistled.
"Well done," he patted my head.
"I know right," I said smiling from ear to ear as he lowered the fish into the smaller box.
I cast my line into the water myself this time, I had no qualm waiting as I did previously.
"Glory?"
"Yes?" I glanced towards him.
He looked serious all of a sudden, his blue eyes like steel.
"Just don't get hurt by him ok?"
"I promise not to" my voice was a bit shaky but my lips lifted in a slight smile.
His laughter replaced the sudden solemnness. "I have always wanted a Lil sister, glad you are here."
"Me too," I gave his left hands a warm squeeze.
"Now watch me beat your ass in fishing."
"You are so on," he said, our laughter ringing out at the break of dawn.