Georgia's POV
Despite the darkness of the ocean, I wasn't scared at all. The moon hung above us like a silver lantern guiding us in our path, and the distant glow from the shore shimmered softly across the water. With the steering wheel beneath my palms and the cool sea breeze brushing my cheeks, I was finally getting the hang of steering my yacht.
Nick stood beside me, watching me with that proud-husband smile that could melt glaciers.
"It's getting late," he murmured, sliding a hand over my shoulder. "Not good for you to stay up too long. Let's anchor here. Perfect spot to spend the night."
"Captain's orders?" I teased.
"Absolutely. But you're the captain here, it's your decision."
"Then, aye aye, Chief. Dropping the anchor, we go!"
He laughed, shaking his head. He looked so happy tonight, and that's something I wish would never change.
"But…" I added, wiggling my brows. "Are we going to bed already?"
