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“Oh.”
I have no idea what that means for our date. Clearly, we’re not going surfing in the dark because there’s no boards on the cart like last time.
Holy shit!
I gasp and grip the dash in front of me.
“What’s wrong?” Cove asks, immediately slowing down and preparing to pull over.
“I-I remembered something.”
“From before?”
“Yeah. We went surfing in this cart and had to climb down the cliff a little to get to the beach…right?” I check with him to make sure I’m not making this up. He beams back at me.
“That’s it.”
“Wow.” I shake my head. “I have no idea where that just came from. Every time I’ve tried to think about before, I get these blinding headaches that can wipe me out for days.”
“Maybe you should stop trying. The memories might come back when you least expect it.“
“That’s what my therapist says.”
“Sounds smart then.”
I lose myself in that night, the music coming back to me first. The Edge, Waves, Divenire, Mended Souls…Lost. He held me in his arms and sang to me! I need to remember to put these on a playlist. I don’t want to forget again.
Then suddenly it all comes rushing back to me: Surfing. Feeling home. Teasing Cove. The sun setting. Snippets of conversation: “I always expect it to sizzle when it hits the water.”…“I always think I hear it.”…“I really like you, Mai-Tai.”…“I like you too.” Shooting stars. Cove’s kisses.
Oh my god the kisses!
You thought he had a lovely soul.
“We’re here,” Cove tells me, pulling to a stop. I was so lost in my thoughts, in my memories, that I lost track of time.
We’re stopped by a tiny dock, with a small wooden boat moored. It looks like it should be a row boat, but there’s a small motor fixed on the back. Lanterns are glowing from inside and I can see blankets and a picnic basket set up.
It all looks incredibly romantic.
“I hope you like fireworks.”
“I love them, why?”
“There’s a display tonight. I wanted to share them with you, but without all the crowds and the people.”
He holds out his hand and helps me from the buggy and onto the boat, which rocks gently under our weight until we’re settled in place.
“Is this okay?” He suddenly looks nervous.
“It’s perfect,” I reassure him. I want to launch myself into his arms and hug him for his thoughtfulness, but I’m scared to rock the boat – literally, not metaphorically – so I settle for giving him a big grin instead.
“We have about half an hour before the display begins so I thought we could eat first, and then just enjoy the show. All of the fireworks are set to music and the creators often like to tell a story.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
He gives me a relieved smile in return and relaxes, before starting the motor and driving us out to sea a little way.
The stars tonight are phenomenal, like the whole sky is falling down in a shower of stars. And the water is so still that the light of the moon reflects the skies above like a sheet of mirrored glass.
