Chapter 11- Moonlight Waltzing & Wistful Memories

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"And this is the main deck," he said with supremacy, leading me out to a large open area that expanded towards the back of the yacht. It was all very opulent; the drapes that were made masterfully from fine velvet, gold crowned molding that lined each perimeter of the interior, antique furniture, and an overall zeal that made you feel as if you were a king or queen of the sea.

"Do you go boating often?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Anytime I can, I happen to have a weak spot for aquatic activities. It's nice and- refreshing, compared to being stuck in a room all day. We were never allowed to swim or anything at boarding school." He admitted, thinking wistfully to himself.

I liked to watch Julien think; it honestly gave me some insight as to who he was. His brows would furrow and his wide eyes would scan about, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth ever so slightly. He looked young; something that his character had lost most likely from those dreadful years of boarding school that he endured.

"What?" He asked and caught me looking. Wow this is embarrassing, he just saw me practically gawking at him- what am I becoming?

"Nothing," I said quickly and he eyed me for a moment before continuing on with my tour.

Despite my young age, I had never experienced feelings towards someone before. Eddy was okay, but he was more like a brother to me, and the boys in school had always been too immature and unappealing. They weren't into me anyways so it was a moot point.

But Julien was the first guy I had actually really felt feelings for, and felt gravitationally attracted too, other than fictional characters in novels on my bookshelves. Because if I'm speaking truthfully, we've all had those moments where we wish we could be whisked into a book for some handsome protagonist character.

"What about you?" He asked and I snapped out of my fairytale daze.

"Me, what? Oh- no I don't do water." I rushed anxiously. Those eyes of his seemed to burn into me, so odd for such a light and cool color to light me on fire.

He led me on further into the corridor,"Why?" He asked with curiosity, turning to me.

I shrugged, am I really confiding in this person to tell him my worst fear? Yes-

"It's an exorbitant weakness of mine," I whispered and he shrugged.

"There's no need to be embarrassed; we've all got fears of our own. Some more dramatic than others. But do you know why not everyone has the same fear?" He said and I cocked my head to the side with bemusement.

"No, enlighten me," I muttered as he stood directly in front of me his tall stature shadowing my petite one. I could feel his warm breath fanning over my flushed face, the scent of mint and some sort of hard liquor- Bourbon, I think.

"Because it's all in our thoughts, our heads, and everyone thinks differently so not all of us believe the same thing. We believe what our thoughts choose. Your fear of water is something you choose to believe. If you stop feeding your thoughts into such a toxic belief, then you're free." He said and I smiled.

"Thank you," I said softly with marvel. His eyes shined and my heart nearly flew out of my chest from beating so loud.

"What's your fear?" I asked and his face grew cloudy.

Snapping his head away from my sight, he ran his fingers against his jawbone in assertiveness and anticipation.

"I don't have one," he said with defense.

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