DESTINY
“Feeling better?” James hovered over me like a mother hen.
We were back at the beach house after spending an uncomfortable night in the tent on the sandbank. It would have been a perfectly romantic evening hadn’t it been for the damn insects. James felt terrible about it because he failed to see the insect repellent.
“I’m fine. Stop worrying about it.” I wasn’t itching as much as the previous night. Our guide had some antihistamine creams on board his boat which was a life saver. I scratched a spot at the back of my knee and James slapped my hand away.
“Stop scratching. It will leave marks.” He said sternly. “Let’s go for a swim. The water is perfect.”
I groaned, “Seriously? You know I can’t swim.” We were lazing on the deck, soaking up the midday sun and just watching the clouds drift by.
“C’mon, I don’t want to swim alone. I’ll teach you.” He peered at me over the rim of his sunglasses.
