Back One Summer in Santorini
Chapters (23)
  1. Cover
  2. One Summer in Santorini
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Acknowledgements
  21. About the Author
  22. Also by Sandy Barker
  23. About the Publisher

I remained silent. It was harder than I thought it would be. I wanted to gush, ‘I know, right? How fucking cool is it to be us right now?’ I took a bite of muesli and chewed pensively – if that’s a way you can chew.

‘Sarah?’ The tone in Josh’s voice had changed, and without thinking, I made eye contact. His eyes looked into mine. He was no longer joking or playing. I swallowed my bite of breakfast.

‘Yes?’ It came out nearly as a whisper.

He looked away and his brow creased. What? What did the sexy American boy want to say? And – damn it, damn it, damn it – why did I care so much?

Finally, he spoke.

‘Is it me, or are things weird between us?’

I couldn’t believe it; he had said it out loud. He had given the big thing between us a name – it was ‘weird’. The breath rushed from my body in a big, fat sigh of relief and suddenly I was half-laughing, half-talking.

‘Yes! They are!’

He smiled at me. ‘I am pretty sure it’s my fault. I haven’t been straight with you – mostly because I haven’t been straight with myself.’

I found myself hanging on his every word – every mature, self-aware word.

‘I told you one thing, and then I pursued you – and I behaved as though I had some propriety over you – which I don’t.’ I shook my head in agreement, because he didn’t – or, did he?

‘The thing is, you caught me off-guard. I came on this trip almost on a whim. I booked it at the last minute, and the very most I hoped for was seeing a part of the world I’d never seen before. Stupidly, it never occurred to me that there would be people on this trip – people who would come to mean something to me – people who would affect me.’ And then he said something no one had ever said to me before.

‘You affect me, Sarah. No matter what happens after this trip – if I never see you again – or if I see you every day for the rest of my life, I will never be the same person I was before meeting you, because meeting you has changed me. Forever.

‘And I am super pissed at myself if I have fucked that up. I didn’t mean to, but I am stupid in some ways – relationships being one of them – and I just want to be with you. I don’t even know what that means exactly, but if we could rewind to a couple of days ago and be those people again – and laugh and have a fantastic time and talk about everything – then that’s what I want.’