Morning comes toofast and too quietly. Hannah's already awake when I open my eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window at the ocean. Her suitcase is by the door, packed and ready.
Her flight leaves at ten.
"What if you stayed longer?"
Her gaze swings to me, and she purses her lips. "Logan, please don't do this."
"I'm serious. What if you didn't get on that plane?"
"I can't just not go home. I have a job. A life. An apartment with rent due next week."
I sit up and run my hands through my hair. "Stay here, and we'll work something out."
"Work what out? I'm an accountant, Logan. There's not exactly a thriving CPA industry on a tourist island."
"Then I'll come with you."
She stares at me, her jaw hanging open. "What?"
"To the city. I'll pack up and follow you home."
"You can't do that." Her voice is sharp now as she rubs a hand across her forehead. "You haveShore Thing. You have Maria, and Boris, and Eli—people who depend on you. You can't just abandon all of that because of a few days, a week."
"Why not? Why can't I choose what I want?"
"Because it's not that simple!" She stands up and starts pacing. "What happens when you wake up and realize you gave up everything for someone you barely know? What happens when you hate the city and miss the ocean and resent me for being the reason you left?"
"That's not going to happen."
"You don't know that. I don't know that. A week, Logan. We've known each other for a week."
"So? Some people know in five minutes. Some people take five years and still get it wrong."
"And some people make impulsive decisions based on vacation sex and ruin their entire lives."
The words hit like a slap.
"Vacation sex? Is that what you think this is? "
"I don't know what this is. That's the problem."
I get out of bed and pull on jeans. "I know what it is. I know I've never felt like this before. I know I don't want to watch you walk out that door and pretend this week didn't happen."
"I'm not pretending anything. But I'm also not going to let you blow up your life for me."
"What if I want to blow up my life?"
"Then you're an idiot."
"Maybe. But I'd rather be an idiot who tried than someone who spent the rest of his life wondering, what if."
She stops pacing and faces me. "What if it doesn't work? What if we're terrible together in the real world? What if you hate my apartment and my friends and the way I am when I'm not on vacation?"
"What if we're perfect together? What if this is exactly what we both need?"
"That's not how life works."
"Why not? Why can't it work like that?"