Time to go Home   

"Do you think they'll be worried about us when we skip breakfast?" Evie asked and helped Ren packed his clothes. They were finally going home later after lunch.

Ren sighed and rubbed her back. "It'll be okay. I'm sure they're still busy having fun in the beach, enjoying their last time here."

Evie was worried. Now that the flames had died down, she couldn't look Ren in the eyes. Or anyone at that. If they questioned her about why she slept in Ren's room the whole night, then she would literary die of embarrassment.

"But–"

Ren cut her off with a kiss. It wasn't long before Evie returned it. They both knew that they could take things forward to the next level. For now, there was no harm in indulging themselves.

The kiss grew passionate until Ren pulled back. "We should go out somewhere," he suggested. "We still have four hours till we get home. You can pack up first. I'll take over from here."

Evie nodded and smiled. "Okay. I'll meet you downstairs after thirty minutes."