Olivia

Alexander stood near the helm, speaking with Captain Reynolds about something I couldn't hear. The afternoon sun caught his profile, highlighting the strong line of his jaw.

I walked to the railing, gripping the polished chrome as the yacht began moving. We glided out of the marina smoothly, the water parting in gentle waves around the bow. Other boats bobbed in their slips as we passed, their owners waving from their decks.

The motion was ...