Eventually, Ethan, Anna and Kevin returned, all sopping wet. I looked up at Kevin but he avoided eye contact with me. Tristan gave me a comforting smile.
We decided to go back to the house, all hungry, the sandwiches Mrs. Mahoney had packed were long gone. We were all silent on the way up, both from exhaustion and not wanting to talk. Up at the house we watched TV until dinner time.
"So, how was the beach?" Mr. Mahoney asked while drenching his corn in butter. "It's a nice beach isn't it, basically private."
We all muttered "mhm" over our food.
"Lively bunch, I see," Mr. Mahoney said skeptically.
"Honey, they're probably just tired-you guys must be tired, right." Mrs. Mahoney said.
We all nodded and I caught Tristan’s eye from across the table. The look made my heart flutter and I remembered earlier at the beach.
These were dangerous feelings, I was supposed to love Kevin, I do love Kevin. Thinking about this made me nauseous and I felt like I needed to leave the table.
"Do you have any salt?" I asked hurriedly, after surveying the table and seeing that there was none.
"Oh, of course," Mrs. Mahoney said, starting to get up.
"No, I'll get it," I stood up abruptly, causing my napkin to fall onto the floor, and hurrying into the kitchen.
"Are you okay?"
I spun around from where I was leaning on the counter and was partly relieved that it wasn't Tristan but I wasn't too happy on seeing Kevin either.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just needed salt," I turned around again and absentmindedly flipped through the cabinets.
"Look, if you're upset about today at the beach-"
"I'm not," I told him stiffly, loudly going through cabinets, my back still turned to him.
"Here," he thrust the salt shaker in front of me after taking it out of the drawer behind him, "But wait. It's not that I don't love you, because I do."
I leaned against the counter, trembling, waiting.
"It's just that..."He seemed to struggle for words, "I mean, look at you, you're so...young."
Young wasn't the adjective I had expected and it caught me of guard. I was so young? What does that even mean? "I'm only two years younger than you," I added defensively.
"I know, I know," He let out an exasperated sigh. "What I mean is, well, sex can change a lot of things, for a person and a relationship. I was just shocked when you seemed so eager, is all." I felt like I was getting a lecture, Kevin was supposed to be my boyfriend not my father. I nodded anyway, unsure of a better response.
"I’m sorry for being so weird about it, babe," He said, and pulled me into a tight hug. I just stood there and let him hug me.
We walked back into the dining room and took our seats at the table as if nothing had happened. “Where’s the salt,” Ethan asked as we entered.
Kevin went back into the kitchen and Tristan shot me a questioning look. I stared down at my plate.
