Date on a Yacht

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Claude pulls up at this really nice restaurant right on the water. "Claude, you dont have to do all this." I say, taking his hand in mine. "I want too. You deserve only the best." Claude answers. I kiss his cheek and we get to our table. Claude pulls my chair out for me and then sits down. "So what looks good?" He asks, taking my hand in his and laying them on the table. "Um, everything." I laugh, blushing as he kisses our hands.

We order and thats when Claude stands up and takes my hand. We walk to a balcony right over the bay. "Listen, Dylan. I really like you. Would you please be my girlfriend?" Claude asks. "of course." I answer, wrapping my arms around his neck. He puts his hands on my waist, and pulls me to him. Thats when he leans in and we kiss. "Excuse me, um your food is ready." the waiter says, interrupting up. We nod and walk back to our table. Never letting go of each others hand. We eat and thats when Claude picks me up bridal style and carries me to a yacht. "Omg!" I exclaim, as he puts me down. He gives a thumbs up to the driver and suddenly we are sailing through the bay. Claude takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen.

He pours me a glass of orange blast(very mature of him) and he then starts making brownies. "Only Claude Giroux would make brownies and give out orange blast on a date." I laugh, putting my cup in the dishwasher. Claude puts the brownies in the oven and he wraps his arms around my waist. He leads me to a bathroom, and says, "In the cabinet is a bikini, its my sisters. She uses this thing for partying." I nod and shut the door. I put the bikini on. Its a teal midkini top, and a lime green boy shorts bottom. Not to exposing. I then walk out and onto the top deck. Claude is swimming laps and I walk into the pool. As soon as he sees me, he swims to me, picks me up and walks around in the pool. I have my hands on his chest, my legs around his waist and Sexy and I know It comes on the radio. I pull away and starr dancing. I try pool twerking. Its fun. Claude starts acting like a teen girl and we hip bump and do all these funny dances.

Around 1:30am, Claude carries me into his room. He hands me a robe, since im to tired to change and I fall asleep, in his arms. He kisses my forehead and whispers, "I love you."

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