| Chapter 6 |
| I enjoyed Howie’s company more than anything else. I had bad feelings about being on the island & no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it always became stronger. He at least gave me some sort of comfort & protection against the feeling. I was having difficulty with my hammock so he came over to help me. I felt his muscles through his shirt as he bent over me to help. I felt like I was going to die if he didn’t move. When he did I wanted him to do it again. It was weird because I had always thought celebrities to be mean, selfish, & snobby. Howie was everything opposite of what I thought a celebrity to be. He was sweet, kind, & incredibly sexy. I turned to look at him. Not knowing their was a bag behind me. I stepped back tripping over it. “Hannah!” Howie yelled as he caught me. I was flustered, angry, and imbarrassed. “Are you OK?” “I think so.” “You think so,” he echoed raising his eyebrow. I was too embarrassed to answer. I liked being in his arms. My body felt so weak after I tripped. “OK, maybe I’m not so OK,” I whispered too weak to say anything else. Howie lifted me up & placed me in one of the hammocks. I was grateful to be in his strong arms. I felt like we belonged together. A blanket covered my body & I fell into a deep sleep. |
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