The action takes place during the Second World War.
Elizabeth is a recent medical school graduate from Boston who hopes to find her dream job, find a man she loves, have children and live a peaceful life. But her dreams are shattered the moment she...
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There was a small pier on the shore, to which perhaps dozens of wooden boats were tied on wooden stilts. When we got to one of them, which didn't even look like a boat—more like a medium-sized wooden boat—Tobias placed his bags on the planks of the wharf and joined them into one body, just as he had done the day he helped me escape from his pack's territory. and began to undress.
At first I thought the poor guy was so hot that he suddenly wanted to take a bath, but I immediately regretted thinking that when I saw that he was completely naked. Confused, I turned away.
"What happened, Elizabeth?" asked Tobias suddenly, and I started to look at the clear sky so that I wouldn't see his beauties, which he was fearlessly standing in front of me. "Haven't you seen a naked man?"
"Are we going to swim?" I asked without answering the guy's question and curiously looked at his curvy ass from the corner of my eye when he turned it to me.
I bit my lower lip. He crouched down by his bag and began to pull his clothes out of it. Standing up, he first put on a white button-down shirt, which he did not button. He put on underwear, and then black, loose-fitting pants, apparently made of thin material. Finally, he held out his hand to me and pointed at the wooden ship.
Holding on to the guy's hand, I got into the swimming device, he got in after me. I sat down on the bench attached to the side of the ship and looked at Tobias. He was now standing in front of the steering wheel, holding a map in his hands. He looked very focused.
"So what is this place?" I broke the silence between us, which at least this time was not so unpleasant.
"Bay of Tabarka," he replied, glancing at me briefly and staring at the map again.
"And where are we going to swim?" I continued to be interested.
"First we'll have to sail to a small island called Palma," answered Tobias and folded the map and handed it to me. Then the ship's engine was started and we moved easily from the place. It's strange that I didn't notice when he untied the rope from the wooden bastion of the pier. Maybe he could tell when he was naked, and I turned away in shame. "A cargo ship is leaving from there, which will sail directly to Spain."
"Are we going to Spain?" I checked.
"It's November one thousand nine hundred and forty-four," said Tobias. He held the wheel tightly. Apparently, he knows very well where to swim. Surprisingly, a ground force soldier is good at piloting a ship. He was able to maneuver this wooden float even in moderate waves.
I immediately remembered when, as a child, my mother would hold me in her arms when she was putting me to sleep. It used to be the only way my parents could get me to sleep. I never gave in to fairy tales, they pulled me into the vortex of their actions. Even warmed milk did not help.
