“I’m so glad we had a great afternoon on the water. You’re a pretty good sailor.” He stood and offered his left hand to her to help her up to her feet. His grip was warm and firm until he released her hand, clinging to her only by his pinky. He leaned in and placed a soft, teasing peck at the corner of her mouth.
Clear brown eyes widened with surprise as gently arched eyebrows rose toward her hairline. Her mouth sagged open just a bit, her lips trembled. She could say nothing, gazing back into his eyes, feeling scared yet moved.
"And it looks like it will be a great evening, too." He smiled more widely as he pulled her by their joined pinky fingers down the deck stairs and away over the dune.
"Yes, red sky at night, a sailor’s delight," she said softly, looking from the dark water toward tree line along the beach. Her knees were shaking; once again, her powers of sentient speech had failed her in his presence.
This summer was going to rock her world, she thought, not yet ready to admit to herself that he’d already rocked it and hard.
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Copyright © 2013 Femme Malheureuse
Words: 198
Originally submitted to fan fic flash fic - Week 27
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