CIARA
The wind was cool on my face, blowing my hair backwards. My fingers was curled around the rails of the yatch, and there was a wide, huge smile on my face.
I was wearing a strapless flowery dress that made me feel like a princess, and I had no idea where the hat I was wearing earlier was.
My legs were naked — I had to walk barefooted on the dock since I had no idea where my shoes were.
Noah had left me here to go inside, and there was a lull in my thoughts. But I was as though thinking about him had conjured the man because I heard his voice almost immediately after I thought about him.
"How long are you planning to stay out there?" Noah asked from the safety of the yatch.
He was standing at the door with a glass of champagne in his hand, and his chest gleamed with droplets of water as the rays of the sun gently played on his skin.
