“What? It’s true.” Ever so slowly, he marches forward as he watches my shocked face. “I remember everything, you know.” Around me, the air smells of saltwater and seaweed, but also of lemongrass and clean soap. Will’s hair is wet, dripping down his cheekbones and forehead. It’s intoxicating. So much so that when he moves even closer, I— “AHHHH!”
