“I’m still trying to figure out how you got me to agree to this,” I spoke flatly crossing my arms over my chest.
“What?” Fionn began with an almost annoyingly irresistible charm to his voice. “It’s not that bad.”
I looked around at all the shops and buildings and the tourists who were so much more kitsch that those who braved the hiking trails in Acadia National Park. Bar Harbor.
Why were we here?
Apparently to walk around all of those little tourist trap shops. Fionn excitedly pulled me into every stinking shop that we passed. And, I’ll admit, some of them were cool. But after you’ve been in one rocks and minerals shop, you’ve been in them all. Once he found the third one, I gently but firmly pulled him away and lead him to a pizza place for lunch.
We sat at the booth enjoying the cheesy slices of heaven.
“I’m so over walking in and out of all of those shops, Fionn,” I admitted as I continued to stuff my face with the pizza.
“Oh, come on, just a few more?” Fionn begged with those annoying puppy dog eyes.
I’m beginning to think everything about Fionn is annoying in a way that I could really learn to love. My face went red when I realized what I had just let slip. Even in my mind it seemed too, sudden, too quick to use that word. Fionn looked up in concern when he noticed how red my face was getting. I coughed nervously and averted my gaze as if that alone could prevent him from knowing my deepest thoughts. He didn’t need to know. Not yet.
After lunch I begrudgingly let Fionn drag me to more shops.
Eventually we ended up near the water, Fionn persistently dragging me forward. He Shoved me in the direction of a road saying, “I saved the best for last.”
I saw people at first. Lots of people walking up from, “What’s that?”
“An island,” he answered simply.
“But there’s a path to get to it,” it wasn’t an island. Nope.
“The path’s only there during low tide.”
Ohhh.
He turned to me with a large grin on his face. “Wanna walk to an island?”
I grabbed his hand and we walked down the road to get there. Straight down the slight incline to the path to get across the island.
“If you get here early enough, you can see all kinds of sea animals in the little pools of water,” Fionn explained motioning to the little pools that were left when the tide went out.
It was awesome. We walked the bar all the way over to the island and then decided to go on the hike to the summit where we saw a beautiful view of Bar Harbor. Fionn hugged around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder so we could enjoy the view together. And in that brief moment in time I finally understood why someone would want to live in that town. It appeared small and quaint but had a liveliness upon closer examination. And the sea was all around it blanketing the town with its whispered promises of safety.
I glanced over to the bar and saw that the tide was rapidly coming in. Or, alright, it probably wasn’t rapidly, I just hadn’t realized we’d been admiring the view so long. “The tides coming in,” I spoke lightly to Fionn, not really concerned with that at all.
Fionn turned his head into the crook of my neck and started doing things involving his tongue, teeth and a great deal of sucking, that slowly turned me to putty in his hands. “What do you say we get stuck on an island?” he suggested devilishly. I giggled and let him pull me off the path into the high grass to pass our time until the tide went out six hours from now.
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