Solea

The deck glowed golden in the sunset. Solea leaned over the railing, the Tyrrhenian breeze playing with her hair. Leo approached with a slow smile. “Beautiful night,” he said. “Almost as beautiful as the company,” she shot back. His eyes sparkled. “Smooth.” “Always,” she teased. His hand brushed hers—a spark. “Careful, Leo. I’m the captain here.” “Then teach me to navigate these waters,” he murmured, his fingers resting at the small of her back, heat between them undeniable.