Kelsey returned to the upper deck, and she looked great. She was wearing a denim skirt and a red crop top with a pair of red and white air max. Her hair was pulled back into a messy but cute and curly ponytail. It looks like she may have put on a light layer of make-up and finished it with a glossy lip gloss. When I finally pulled my eyes from her, I heard the taxi driver call out to the skipper to moor the taxi to the yacht and shut off the yacht's engine. When I felt the motor stop, I walked over to Kelsey and grabbed her hand.
“We should get going beautiful, it sounds like the water taxi is here.” I said, and Kelsey smiled and nodded her head.
“I’m ready.” She said, and we walked down to the lower aft deck and loaded the water taxi.
It didn’t take us long before we reached land and,
