Chapter 16
The Surprise Visitor
The boardwalk was quiet that evening, the fading light casting soft shadows across the weathered wood. Hannah was sketching the lighthouse in the distance when she noticed movement near the bench.
Ethan was already there, of course, but this time he wasn’t alone. A young man, probably in his twenties, stood beside him, holding a camera.
“Hannah!” Ethan called, waving her over. “I want you to meet Alex—he’s a photographer I’ve been helping with a project.”
Hannah smiled politely, though a small pang of nervousness tightened her chest. “Hi,” she said softly.
Alex nodded, friendly. “Hi, I’ve heard a lot about your sketches. Ethan’s told me you’re amazing.”
Ethan elbowed her lightly, a playful grin on his face. “See? Told you she’s talented.”
Hannah laughed, feeling some of her nerves ease. But as Alex chatted about photography techniques, she noticed Ethan’s attention never wavered from her. Even when explaining a camera lens, he’d glance at her, eyes warm, protective, and teasing all at once.
After a while, Alex packed up his gear and waved goodbye. Ethan turned to Hannah, brushing a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “See? Nothing to worry about. Just a friend.”
Hannah smiled, her chest fluttering. “I know… I just hate feeling like I have to compete for your attention.”
Ethan laughed softly, taking her hand. “You’re not competing, Hannah. You’re the reason I show up here every evening. You’re the reason my sketches, my letters, my day… everything feels brighter.”
Hannah felt her heart swell. “I feel the same,” she whispered.
Ethan leaned closer, resting his forehead against hers. “Then let’s keep enjoying this, just us. No distractions, no misunderstandings. Just… slow, steady, us.”
Hannah closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his presence settle around her. The slow burn of their love—built through letters, sketches, and quiet confessions—was stronger than ever, and she realized that no unexpected visitor could ever change the bond they were forming.