[he hadn't minded the closeness either, to be honest, and he sits close by her as he works the boom and they rush over the breakers before they eventually find and work into a nice current that sends them skipping into the deep blue, sun sparkling on the water.
The feeling of the island doesn't completely loose it's grip, but he feels better out here than back there and hums a bit as they ride in the spray]
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The feeling of the island doesn't completely loose it's grip, but he feels better out here than back there and hums a bit as they ride in the spray]
Do you sing, mon trésor?