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The Date: Part Two

I step aboard first, my grip shifting from her wrist to her hand, fingers lacing through hers like it was natural. Like it belongs there, in mine as a whole.

When I don't feel the warmth of her presence behind me, I take a glance back. Our arms extend as she freezes, looking up at me. The separation between my feet on the steel rails and her on the wooden deck. So close, yet so far. Our hands telecommuting a wavelength that's even a cell wire couldn't decipher the strong connection.

She could pull away at this very moment. She should pull away because the hunger that rests in my loins is I fear won't be able to survive the night waiting for us. She stares into me for a little longer before stepping onto the rail, The soft rock of the boat is barely noticeable underneath the tension transitioning between our bodies as her feet touch the yacht.

The silence thickens and the space between us lessens. I lead her to the aft deck, where the open view of the swaying forest lies far ahead.

" Stay here, " I say,

Regretfully, I release my grasp on her wrists and go to power the yacht. She still hasn't spoken a word, as I walk away I turn to see that she hasn't moved from where I left her. She stares into the scenery that beholds her. The gleaming sunset hovers over her features and I can't help but gradually stop in my tracks. Admiring the Goddess that meets my eyes, her divinity intoxicates the lustful darkness that consumes my brain. The purity of her aura radiates through my tainted heart like a blithering flame.

I turn back to where I am heading when I almost stumble on the incoming step. Her beauty blinds the surroundings around me that I'm already aware of, but its power is only growing stronger as it limits my awareness of the things around me as well, my hearing becomes null and my vision eliminates any unnecessary distraction that doesn't equate to her.

I enter the captain's cabin and start powering the boat. I'm not an expert in the field of boats but I hold enough knowledge to occupy small yachts and sail boats. Alasdair has more experience than out of all our brothers, for no apparent reason. He's known to have weird hidden talents like that. I drive it out far to a certain distance away from the dock the oceans not far ahead from this small area. The beach from our home stretches here, which made it a little easier to build a mini resting dock for this yacht.

I checked the surveillance camera to see her still standing where I had left her. A small spark radiates through my veins and a smirk reaches the corner of my mouth. Her obedience is something I am not used to but also something I now know I can't live without after being given a crumb. I'll do anything in my power to keep it from diminishing. I drive us out to the middle of the sea, where our house, the trees and the cream-beige sand look like tiny blobs of colour.

She wanted an escape, this is as much I'm willing to give her for now. I can't trust myself to bring her out to the real world yet, not after I've caused more harm than good in keeping her safe. The search for her identity only runs deeper now.

I autopilot at a low speed and turn off the surveillance camera when exiting, I may feel the need to watch her every move but she asked for an escape and again, this is one of the lengths I am willing to compromise. I am a fair man who can see the right and wrongs. It's what I choose to move forward with that makes me who I am. I'm selfish and arrogant and I do not share, especially with this woman. There will never be no right I'll do to keep her in my palms. She will not go anywhere that doesn't involve my presence.

I pass by the dining table that rests in the centre of the yacht. Picking up the bottle of Rose D'amelie. It has a bitter and dry sweet taste to it not my kind of winery nonetheless I abide by it for tonight, for her. I pour two glasses and take a sip of mine not my taste. It's cheap and bitter. I'm not sure why she prefers this over all the other confectionaries. I've seen her collection, and it's extreme which makes me think was it a wise choice to serve her alcohol after a long time away from it, but she asked for an escape and this is something that doesn't happen regularly so I'll let it slide this time.