"I'm surprised you haven't retired back to your room to take a fucking nap after all that," Nathan quipped, shrugging both shoulders now. "Obviously, you've been worn out by all these educationally exhausting things you've been doing. The beach is just no place for you right now."

And it sucked that he had to watch shit that pissed him off. And it sucked that he knew why it pissed him off too. That was not supposed to happen.

"Should I carry you?" Nathan offered, raising both eyebrows. "You asked me that the other day and never let me prove that I could do it."

Because she'd run off. Nathan hadn't forgotten that, no.