Our love was leading us blindly into an ending that might not be all that happy.
My heart twisted with that thought. And the doubt—always the doubt. Nudging at the corners of my mind despite fighting it away. I knew it was irrational and it was wrong, but I couldn’t hold it at bay.
Now, the doubts were infinitely more. Just…more. More painful. More intense. More potentially devastating. Because I had two hearts to consider.
Two hearts beat inside me. Two hearts love inside me.
Two hearts that can be easily broken.
“Brenda? Are you really okay?”
“I’m tired,” I replied softly. “I want to go back to the hotel.”
Ivan stepped to the side and settled his arm around my shoulder, steering me back up the beach. He paused for a moment to grab our shoes before reaching for me again.
I leaned into his embrace, and instantly