Amara
I watched from beneath the choppy waves as the small boat carrying my parents’ guests pulled up alongside the much bigger vessel of my parents. And I almost laughed at the scared way the big dark haired man climbed the ladder upwards. His arms were shaking with it. which was all kinds of adorable. And all kinds of hot, all at the same time. There was something oddly endearing about seeing such a brute of a man afraid of the water.
Although he was similar in looks and size to the other guest who had climbed onboard a few days ago, he was also completely different. Which may have something to do with the fact that one was a dragon. A very charming, very smooth talking dragon with flaming eyes and the whole “Look at me.” air about him and this newcomer was…. I couldn’t quite put my f
