Faded Love

9

"You have a yacht?!" Emilie exclaimed as she stopped in her tracks, taking in the view. Charles had led her to the port where his yacht was at.

From the very first day Charles got his yacht he took out Emilie to swim before the sunset. Staying out in the water until the sun fully set. It became a tradition of theirs whenever they were in Monaco. Never had they missed a sunset, he didn't want it to start today.

"My first big adult purchase," Charles beamed, helping her onto the boat.

"She's beautiful," she gazed, looking around the yacht.

"Yeah, she is," Charles smiled. Emilie turned to look at him, thinking she would find him admiring his boat, but really he was admiring her. He looked at her with such devotion and curiosity.

Charles had made her blush yet again, and she felt the blush creep on her cheeks. Which is why a nervous laugh escaped her lips and she quickly turned back to look around, "What is it you wanted to show me?"

"Come on." Bringing her to the head of the boat. Without another word, he turned on the engine and took off. He watched as Emilie closed her eyes and took in the breeze of Monaco. She looked angelic. She looked surreal.

Charles stopped the boat near some rocks, this had been their spot. Looking at the girl who was seated on the deck he smirk, took off his shirt and jumped into the water. Coming up to the surface he heard her laughing, "CHARLIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Leaning over the edge of the boat, she looked down at him.

A small gasp escaped from Charles' lips, only heard by him. Charlie. This has been the nickname only she held for him. "EMI!" he shouted back. "JUMP IN!"

A small gasped escaped her lips. She hadn't heard that nickname in an along time. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!" She shouted back at him, leaning over the boat.

"Sometimes!" He shrugged.

"I don't have a change of clothes or a bathing suit."

"I have some bathing suits in the closet of the room. Change in there and jump in," he demanded.

Nodding her head in disbelief, Emilie did as she was told. She did find it odd that he had a spare bathing suit, more than one set to be exact, in his boat. "CHARLIE!!" She shrieked as she jumped overboard and into the water with him. Coming back up to the surface she smiled, "You know I have this exact bathing suit. I absolutely love it."

"It looks good on you," he smiled. Slowly swimming towards her. That swims suit was actually hers. Every swim suit in that closet was hers. Everything that was his was hers. Especially him.

"You do this with every girl you hit on?" She remarked, slowly swimming towards him.

"Only you," he winked. He wasn't going to lie and say he wasn't caught off guard with her flirtatious behavior or his for that matter. She had been like that, but he knew she thought they were barely getting to know each other. Was his charm that good?

Regardless, he was enjoying having to have her fall in love with him again. They never truly went through a talking or getting to know each other stage in their relationship since they had been friends long before. It was nice being able to experience it. He just wished it had been under different circumstances. Circumstances where he didn't have to worry or stress about possibly not getting her to love him again.

"Then why do you have so many bathing suits in the closet?"

"Oh you know..."

"No I don't know," she laughed. Looking out into the coast, she softly gasped. "Charlie..." her lips parted slightly as her eyebrows slowly lifted in awe.

"Emi," he whispered, his facial expressions copy the same as hers. But as she looked at the sunset he was looking at her. He was totally lost looking at her.

"I love it." she expressed. Monaco never failed to deliver a beautiful sunset. The golden ray of the sun reflected on her face and eyes, making her look golden.

"You are just..." Charles started, making her look at him. Titling her head in curiosity he finished. "Wow."

"You have a way with words, Leclerc." She laughed, looking at him. "But you're quite wow yourself."