*Anne*
He is waiting for me on the deck. His feet are also bare, and my toes curl at the intimacy. His feet are long, slender, as bronzed as his face. I have never looked at a man's feet before… not even my brothers'.
With his bare hand, he takes my gloved one, and I have an irrational urge to remove the protection so my skin can touch his. Ludicrous. Where are these strange notions coming from?
He leads me to the mast where the crow's nest perches near the top. The sea is calm, yet a slight breeze gently lolls the ship. I crane back my head. "It's so high."
"Imagine the view." He says softly.
Shifting my eyes to his, I can see within his hazel depths that he understands my hesitation. He isn't mocking or chiding. He is waiting patiently for me to gain my resolve.
Taking a deep brea
