The boat chugged to a stop and there was a mad dash towards the downstairs viewing area. Rose squashed onto the bench next to Tom, watching the colourful fish swimming by. Her mind, however, was distracted by indecent thoughts; the anticipated feel of his naked body and his lips caressing her all over. She was troubled by her own lack of experience and a little bit fearful of what he would expect from her. As if reading her thoughts, Tom kissed her hand and told her not to worry. Then he was pointing out an eel which had darted past and a shoal of fish weaving around tall, swaying seaweed.
After a while, they headed back to land. The boat made an impressive U-turn, creating a swell in the sea which had them rocking up and down.
“What next, m’lady?”
Rose laughed at Tom’s attempt at
