The ferry rocked gently on the waves as the city skyline faded into the horizon. I leaned on the railing, the cool sea breeze brushing against my skin, when he walked up beside me, a coffee cup in hand.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice cutting through the sound of the waves.

“It really is,” I replied, smiling.

We started talking about how peaceful the ferry ride was and ended up swapping stories about our favorite places to visit. He had this calm energy, the kind of presence that made you feel instantly comfortable.

“I think this is my favorite view,” he said, looking straight at me instead of the water.

I felt my cheeks flush. Before I could respond, the ferry hit a gentle wave, making me lose my balance slightly. His hand shot out to steady me, his touch lingering for a moment too long.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“Yeah,” I said, my pulse quickening.

He didn’t let go immediately, and as the ferry glided smoothly across the water, he leaned in closer. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that made everything else fade away—the sound of the waves, the chatter of other passengers, all of it disappearing in that moment. Removed my pants, every stroke was wonderful.