Calais and I sit by the side of the river. I am leaning against him with his arms around me. I watch the gloomy sky. It screams like rain to me. However, like most of the time, being in Calais' arms makes me feel comfortable and unable to move away.
Then he presses a kiss on my temple and suggests, "Let's dip in the water before we leave and before the rain falls."
"Return?" I run my hands along his arms and say, "I rather like my position here."
"You do?"
I sit straight and lean my head on his shoulders. "I do. I very much like it."
"Hmmm, I can see that. It's still the afternoon and you've done nothing but take a nap since morning."
"You are a comfortable pillow."
"Ah, is that so?"
Suddenly, his hands cup my chest, and I jerk from my seat. "What? Hey! You can't do that, I—"
