Chapter 16
We lay on the bow of the boat, staring up at the clear night sky, stars flickering above us. The waves are making a low rumble, relaxing enough I could close my eyes and fall asleep.
“This holiday has been a dream.”
Nora says quietly. It truly has. I haven’t felt quite this happy since Coco passed. It’s like a taking a gulp of air after being held down underwater for so long. I know Nora has helped with this, and I’m sure my heightened emotions made me fall even harder for Nora than I thought was possible, but I also feel like I’ve found myself out here. During my time in Greece, I had the chance to see the sights. I’ve met a lovely lady named Althea. I’ve danced when I never thought I’d dance again. Life has been so dreamy.
“Right? Wish I could stay here forever.”
“So do I.”
Nora replies.
“It would be a dream for us to just live how we’ve been living forever, lots of sex, sun, wine and happiness,” I add.
“If only life could work that way.”
Nora sighed, turning her body on top of mine. Even at nighttime, I could still see the blue popping in her eyes. She tucks a curl behind my ear, kissing the tip of my nose, making me blush. I look back up at her like a puppy in love.
“How’d you get so pretty?”
Nora asks.
“I dont know, was just born this way.”
I shrug playfully.
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“You been taking pretty pills?”
If anyone else were to of said that to me, I would’ve cringed out and ran away as fast as possible. But this time, with her, it was endearing.
“Nope!”
“Wow, so you’re are just this beautiful, naturally.”
I pull Nora’s head towards me and place a kiss on her plump lips. My lips have never been so swollen and soft. All this kissing has given me temporary lip filler.
“Shall we head back now?”
Nora asks.
“Can we just do one little thing?”
I pinch my fingers together.
“I feel like I’m going to not like this.”
Nora adds. We stand up and I take her to the railing at the end of the boat.
“Ah, I see what you’re doing.”
Nora smirks before turning me to face the ocean. I climb up onto the ledge, and Nora grips my waist, making me feel safe. I lift my arms out to the side, letting the wind engulf me, my hair flying everywhere.
“I’m flying Jack!”
I shout. Eleven-year-old me is screaming with excitement right now. True love is recreating scenes from your favourite romance films.