The yacht is empty save for the few men handling the rig. The whole place is sparse and luxurious, and I can't help beaming at Malcolm every time I see something beautiful, which means I smile at him all the time.
We are above deck, and the sails are up, billowing in the wind as we set a smooth glide forward. Gentle waves beat against the hull, the fresh air sending locks of my hair into my face. I smile wide, a light feeling in my chest.
Awareness sizzles down my spine, and I know Malcolm has just walked in. He doesn't approach me. I turn to see he's standing on the open patio, observing me. There's a possessive glint in his eyes.
I smile and wave him over. "Come on. You're just in time for the sunset."
He strides over, coming up behind me. Once he wraps strong arms around me, I am surrounded by heat and the scent of leather. Just then, the sun crests over the horizon, submerging the sky and open sea in golden hues. My chest constricts as I watch the birds above glide languidly, feeling suddenly like I'm airborne. Free.
"Make a wish," Malcolm says.
I laugh. "I don't see a shooting star."
"What do shooting stars have that sunsets don't?" Although I'm facing away from him, I can imagine a dark brow lifting.