The sun, slipping closer to the horizon, meant it must have been about seven forty-five.
“You should go before it gets dark,” said Ezra.
Liam heard a clink and saw the bottle tip over and bob in the water. He’d have to leave it. He couldn’t let go of Ezra, not in this state. “Look. It’s getting dark. I’m going to help you onto the sand. That way I can dry off and you won’t injure yourself.”
“No, no. I’ll be fine. I’ll swim to the cave and stay there until I feel better.”
Liam began helping Ezra towards the shore. “Absolutely not. You’d never make it. This is my fault and I’ll stay with you until I know you’re feeling better. It should only be a couple of hours.”
“How will you find your way back?”
“Moonlight.”
He didn’t want to think about navigating the slippery rocks of the ledge at night, but he’d do it, if he had to. Even if it meant staying with Ezra till three in the morning.
“Do you love me?” asked Ezra.