The crystal blue waves lapped against the side of the creaking rowing boat. Amy shivered, and although the sun was shining brightly she felt pinpricks of cold sting her back. A smooth voice sounded from behind Amy. She whirled around, and a man sat there. He had dark hair in a curly mop on top of his head. His eyes were a beautiful green, and Amy felt herself falling into his evergreen eyes.
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