He watched her walk across the yacht, wind in her hair, sunlight on her skin. She'd decided to head back to port. He watched her untie the ropes-
"Duck!"
-swing the jib, secure it, walk to the helm. The boat turned. He came to her, kissed her shoulder. Her skin burned his lips, and he could see the imprint of his kiss on her. She was burned. So beautiful.
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