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Stretching onto a fluffy faux sheepskin on the bow of Bennett’s boat, Ivy gazed at the stars in the clear night sky. Her floral top fanned out around her and fluttered in the light breeze.
“We should have this kind of date night more often,” she said lazily.
The champagne that she and Bennett had bought at the market after going to Shelly’s beach party was going to her head, but she didn’t mind. With Bennett, she felt safe. They were alone at the far end of the marina, the boat bobbing gently in the waves. Moonlight cast a glow on everything around them.
Bennett sat next to her, strumming the guitar he kept on the boat and softly singing, The Way You Look Tonight.
“Mmm, even better than Frank Sinatra.”
“Look at my inspiration.”
She smiled up at him. “Way cuter, too. Do we have an
