Purposefully Coincidental ✓

18. Yachts

Josephine

It somehow became an unwritten agreement between Leo and I.

We take turns planning an activity the other hasn't done before.

When I was thinking of something for Leo and I to do, something he's never done before, it didn't take much long before I came up with roller skating. If he's never even been to a cinema, then he sure as heck hasn't been to a roller skating rink.

After we got tired and hungry from racing each other, we sat in the rink's restaurant and ate food while chatting. I could tell he was fishing for information about activities I've never done before for when it's his time to plan something.

He picks me up bright and early on Monday morning. He texted me last night to tell me to bring a swimsuit and sun protection with me.

I'm intrigued by what he has planned. I don't think we're going to the beach or a swimming pool.

He drives for around an hour in his truck along the seashore. We fill the car ride with random chatter and singing along to songs.

As he slows the car down, I lean forward in my seat to get a better look at all the boats and yachts we can see from this distance.

After parking the car, he grabs a bag from the bed of his truck, hoists it over his shoulder, and rests his palm on the small of my back. His hand touching my skin above my shorts feels warm and tingly.

"Are we fishing?" I ask, glancing at him.

"Maybe." He winks.

I flush at the simple gesture. He makes winking look extremely attractive.

I take in all the different sized boats. But as we keep walking deeper into the marina, all I see now are yachts, though. Some are more rich looking than others.

We stop in front of an average size vessel, with a long deck.

"Is this our ride?" I take a step forward, eager to get on this thing.

"It is." He confirms, shielding the sun with his hand. Leo drops the bag on the wooden floor and walks in front of me to the long plank that connects the marina to the yacht. Standing on it, he extends his arm to me. I take it and use it to help me get on the back of the yacht.

I instantly explore on my own, walking further in, as he grabs the bag and undoes many, many ropes.

"Let me get us moving, then I'll give you a tour of the place."

I follow him to the cockpit, wanting to see him steering this massive thing.

And oh boy, I'm glad I did. He looks so handsome, his white dress shirt and light blue shorts revealing a lot of muscles. His upper arms grow when he rotates the big steering wheel and presses different kinds of buttons.

I continue watching him like a little creep as he radios someone, talking in codes. His voice is professional and stern, only saying what the person at the other end needs to hear. One would think he's talking in a clipped tone if they didn't know where he's at now.

It makes me think of him when he's in the army. What goes on through his mind when he's fighting, shooting, or just lying around? Does he get scared, bored, hungry, happy...? I wanna know it all.

But I can tell he's always a little hesitant to talk about it, so I don't push.

The entire yacht rumbles as it comes to life.

"Here we go." He tells me, glancing at me.

"Should I hold on to something?" I ask. I've never been on a yacht before, after all.