Chris's hands blindfold my eyes as he leads me somewhere.
"Are we there yet?" I paid attention to the sounds reverberating in my surroundings. Swash sounds of water. Where are we?
He bellows a laugh. "Impatient are you?"
I grunt.
Right after we landed on Miami soil he got me lodged into our hotel room. Then he disappears for hours.
He returns and drove us straight here without telling me where we are off to.
"Ready" He unlocked his hands from my eyes. I squinted my eyes for some seconds before properly opening them to see beautiful yachts, boats, and sailboats line up in front of us.
"This is my home." His index finger lands on one of the boats. A semi-large boat
"You live in a boat?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes." He was dead serious.
I glimmer my eyes at him confusedly.
He gifted me his hand and I strum my hand into his.
"Be careful" he warns as we both board his boat.
