Y for Yacht Cruise
The sun was beginning to set when we stepped onto the yacht. The harbour was busy; the summer sunset had caught many people's attention, who were now all trying to leave the marina in their respective boats and yachts.
Charles held my hand as he pulled me onto the yacht and told the captain to set sail as soon as possible to avoid people recognizing us. We didn't stop until we reached our private room, where we took our shoes off, left our bags and grabbed only what was necessary.
I took a small camera with me and Charles grabbed two champagne glasses, along with a bottle. I grinned at him as I took his picture, him giving me a beautiful smile to capture.
Charles led the way to the sun deck, where a large sunbed offered the perfect view of the sunset. As the yacht began to move away from the shore, we sat down, so as not to fall over. The wind from the Mediterranean Sea was rather cold, so we put on our hoodies and put the champagne and glasses into a cooler.
He lay down on the sunbed, facing the direction we were sailing in. One of his arms was behind his head, to support it.
Once I finished putting on the hoodie over my dress, I climbed onto the sunbed to join Charles by leaning my head onto his chest.
His free arm immediately protectively wrapped around my waist. I smiled, sighing into him. My body relaxed, and I could feel myself become truly calm in his arms.
We sailed for about fifteen minutes before the yacht began to slow down once again, coming to a halt at a quiet spot in the sea, where the waves weren't too aggressive.
Since we enjoyed our embrace, neither of us rushed to get up. In fact, we had completely forgotten the champagne in the cooler.
I snuggled in closer to Charles, which made him smile in his light sleep. We watched the sunset over the horizon, giving the sky its pink and orange hues.
I could hear Charles' heartbeat through his hoodie and it soothed me enough to rid me of any stress or anxiety that had built up over the days.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly.
I nodded, and Charles kissed my temple, caressing my arm. The sunset was beautiful that night. This was something we did regularly. Watching the sunset in each other's arms, with a glass of champagne, and sometimes some fruit.
I looked up at Charles and kissed his cheek: "I'm proud of you."
He blushed: "For what?"
I pushed myself to lean on my elbow to be able to look down at Charles and caress his hair: "For fighting as much as you did this season. For not giving up, and for being one of the strongest men I know."
He smiled at me, running his hand through my hair, letting it rest on my cheek.
"It meant so much to me whenever you came to watch a race, Y/n," he whispered.
I pecked his lips: "If I could, I would come watch every single race, Charles."
He smiled, leaning into my kiss again. His hand made sure I stayed close, so he could kiss me with passion and depth.
I could stay there forever. In his arms, watching the sunset.
He was my peace. My calm.
My love.
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Only one left!
We'll be getting back to normal oneshots after that, starting off strong with a Lando Norris story :)
Since you've all been waiting so patiently for me to update, I'll let you in on the title of the new oneshot:
The Interviewer
Hope you've liked this series,
x
Brooke
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