Ethan chuckles and grabs his shoes as well, rolling his jeans up twice so they don’t get sandy. I wait patiently at his side for him to answer and to join me on the sand.
“We have naturally good senses, so finding out way around is easy, plus the salty smell from the ocean helps,” he tells me, leading me out into the soft, warm, white sand. It sinks between my toes as we walk, the warm sand and the warm air both surrounding me in a cocoon.
“That must be nice. I’d love to be able to go somewhere and not get lost,” I tell Ethan. “There was one time where I was out of town visiting a friend, and even with the GPS, I got lost. She had to come find me, and we were both late for our dinner reservation.”
Ethan laughs, and the warm sound makes me smile. His laughter is rare, so I soak it in,
