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twelve

"I could just spend all day here." I sighed, spreading my arms out across the floor of the boat. We were in the middle of the Ocean and doing nothing other than relaxing. Or, at least, that's what I was doing. I could feel the warmth of the sun absorbing into my skin, filling me up with summer and rooting out all the cold.

"I'm glad you like it." Bill replied. He was swimming about in the sea without a care in the world — something we shared in common. I could never understand how he had so much energy, so much steam to just burn off. It was admirable, in truth.

I heard him get back on the boat, the weight shifting a little. The patter of his footsteps was the only sound that clashed with the noise of the waves, swaying the boat. My eyes remained closed as he pottered about. That was, until, I felt him put a sopping wet hand on my ankle. I sat up immediately, glaring at him.

"You're soaked, Bill." I groaned. "I'd prefer to remain dry thank you."

"No chance." He scoffed. Once Bill had some mischievous idea in mind, he was determined to carry it out. He refused to give up. His determination was admirable but, at times, extremely annoying.

I stood up, hoping to avoid becoming sopping wet as he was. His mischievous grin only increased at my words. He stepped towards me, prompting me to speak again.

"Don't you dare!" I squealed, moving back. He was soaking wet, small water droplets dripping down his chest. They were glinting from the sun, making him look like he was shining.

"Don't you want a kiss from this handsome Swede?" He teased, grabbing me in an instant. I shook my head, though I could feel the water dripping down my back from his arms. He'd wrapped his arms around me securely. Bill, physically, could easily overpower me. I had no core strength and lacked any muscle whatsoever on my arms. I was tiny in comparison.

"Really?" He grinned. I let out a long sigh and nodded,

"Can't resist." I teased, kissing him lightly. He kissed back, distracting himself from holding onto me. I squirmed out of his arms and ran to the other end of the boat, folding my arms decisively.

"Is that all I get?" He pouted.

"You'll have to try a little harder." I teased. "After all, you'd have to catch me first." I grinned. He chased me around the boat, causing me to shriek whenever he came near. "Not doing so great, are you? Come on, Bill. You know you want to catch me."

"Nancy," Bill said my name, just smirking mischievously. I moved my foot, placing it on a wet patch from Bill. I wobbled a little and fell off the boat, splashing down into the blue sea. His smirk indicated he knew it was going to happen.

"I think that defeated the point." I admitted, looking up at him on the boat. He tilted his head a little before jumping down and joining me in the sea.

"Won't you kiss me now?"

"Considering it was your sopping wet feet that made me fall," I started, putting my hand on his cheek. "I think it should be you kissing me."

"Can't say no to that." Bill responded, lightly brushing his lip against mine. I breathed slowly, a few seconds in between his lip brushing against mine and his hungry push against me, making me melt into his arms. He had a way about him that I just couldn't resist.

"Do you find it odd to be out in the middle of the Ocean, alone?" I asked, putting both of my hands on his shoulders. We were just floating in the sparking blue water; it felt as if we had all the time in the world.

"It's peaceful." He claimed, looking around him. "I love it out here."

"It's a shame we can't stay out here forever." I admitted. Bill gave me a questionable look,

"Why not?"

"We'd run out of food." I said. He shook his head,

"The water is filled with fish to eat, Nancy!" Bill exclaimed.

"Do you catch them?" I asked, my eyes widening a little. "And eat them?"

"Is it so shocking?" Bill found my naivety hilarious. I shook my head,

"There's not much opportunity for catching fish in England, Bill." I admitted, tilting my head. "Teach me."

"To fish?"

"What else?" I grinned. He pursed his lips.

"I could think of a few things."

"Let me give you a category of things, then, to narrow it down. It can't be things that involve the removal of clothing or the bedroom, Bill." I grinned. He frowned, shaking his head.

"You've cleared me out of ideas, Nancy. I can't think of anything we could possibly do on this big boat that we've got all to ourselves with no one to interrupt." He jested. I chuckled,

"You're such a womaniser, Bill Anderson."

"But you love it." He beamed, knowing there was truth in his words.

"Yeah." I said. "I think I do."

Bill sailed up the coast of Greece. We visited towns, cities, literally everywhere in sight. It was odd, not knowing where you were going to be going the next day, but it was so exciting. He had all these ideas, these plans of places he wanted to go. He was unlike any man I'd met before and I guess that's what I found so attractive about him; his unpredictability. Bill was as cocky as any man and feeding his ego would do no good, so I would never admit it to him, but he was just so.. not different. I was lost for the words to describe him.

"Aren't you coming?" He called, pulling me from my day dreamy thoughts. He wouldn't have if he'd known they were about him.

"Yeah." I reassured him, grabbing my bag. I put it over my shoulder and hopped off the boat, taking his outstretched hand.

We walked down the port, the sun's warmth never leaving our skin. I hoped I'd spend so much time in the sun my tan would never disappear.

"Which way do you want to go?" I asked, scanning the view in front of me. It was a small coastal town, petite and delicate. The stone was starkly white and the grass was the greenest I'd ever seen. It was beautiful.

"North."

"Lead the way, my trusty steed." I grinned, teasing him. He ran a hand through his hair, glaring at me.

"Are you calling me a horse, Nancy?"

"Maybe I am." I chuckled. He frowned.

"I don't know about England but in Sweden that is not a compliment." Bill feigned heartbreak, frowning as much as he physically could.

"Have I hurt your ego?" I questioned. "Would you rather I referred to you as a stallion?" The sarcasm in my tone was, as ever, well received by Bill.

"Oh, darling," He smirked, licking his lips. "That's what all the girls call me."