She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river.
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