Secretly, I give Ryke’s inner tube a little nudge. He sways and grabs onto mine to steady himself. I face him and hiss, “Save me.” He rests his head back on this tube, ignoring me. I feel myself being left out to dry. “I. Will. Drown. You,” I whisper. Suddenly, he sits up. “I’m going to get some food.” “I’ll join.”
My fiance may or may not have given me bombastic side eye when I was laughing like a deranged woman at my kindle🤭
