Leo
Miller didn't stop singing even when we finally made it to our room. This was the first time we had stepped inside since we arrived on the island.
The door clicked shut behind us, but his off-key voice kept going, echoing softly against the wooden walls and high ceiling.
"Grow as we go… Boy you better!"
I couldn't help but laugh as I locked the door.
The room smelled faintly of sea salt and lavender. Moonlight poured through the large glass doors that opened onto a private balcony, casting silver stripes across the big bed we hadn't even slept in yet.
Miller was still buzzing with alcohol and pure joy, his cheeks flushed, his hair wild from the wind and water.
He suddenly turned to me, eyes bright and unfocused, and grabbed my cheeks with both hands. His palms were warm, a little sticky from the drinks, and he squeezed gently, squishing my face like I was something adorable and ridiculous.
