The breeze came off the water and cooled my face, slightly burned from the summer sun. I wrapped the blanket closer around my tank top-and-shorts-clad pale body.
“Are you warm enough?” his voice asked from behind me.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. He sat next to me on the dock, his long lengs plunging into the still water, creating ripples. His short, messy black hair rustled in the wind and his green eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Why aren’t you back in the boat?” I asked him.
“Well, I wanted to see if you were okay… just sitting here on the dock by yourself, watching the sun go down. Doesn’t sound like much fun,” he said as he put his arm around my waist.
I moved closer to his warm body. “It’s a little more boring being alone, I guess,” I said as I put my head on his shoulder.
We sat there for a while, watching the sun set on the Charles, the fiery sky reflecting on the mirror-like water.