Picture this.

We made it out of the city. Deadlines and responsibilities have since slipped from the mind; replaced by open water and a sky painted in gold.

We’re on the deck of a boat somewhere along the coast, champagne chilled, the air warm against your skin, the smell of salt fading in and out with the coastal breeze. The sun begins its slow descent and you catch me leaning into the light, hair flickering in the wind, dress skimming my thighs.