Ara spent the second night on the yacht peacefully. She had a dreamless sleep.
She was awakened by a tap in the porthole. Emyr was framed and he was very wet.
"Emyr!" Ara opened the porthole. "Oh! Wait a second!" She saw he was naked. It was still dim outside but the skies were beginning to lighten.
She looked at him in a split second and yet his image was imprinted on her mind.
Emyr was breathtakingly handsome! His features were sharply etched in the shadows. His wide shoulders, muscular arms, and narrow hips...
When she pushed her toweling robe through the porthole, she averted her gaze. She had seen enough.
When he had gone, Ara was able to breath easily.
She heard three light knocks on the door. Her heart begun its tattoo beating while it clogged her throat. Emyr was at the do
