She sat staring out at the wild water, feeling the pull of the waves in her blood, letting it drag all her emotions up to the surface. This was how the ocean always affected her—bringing out every trace of melancholy she'd ever experienced, it seemed. Yet she loved it, could almost revel in the sheer depth of feeling, despite the sadness.
Suddenly she felt a shadow, a presence behind her. Without looking up, she knew it was him. Probably worried about her long absence. She tried to wipe the tears from her face without him noticing—no luck. He knelt behind her, enclosing her body between his thighs and encircling her shoulders with his powerful arms, sheltering her completely from the cold, raw wind.
"What's up? You all right?"
She nodded and leaned back against him, smiling, but he reached to tip her chin around and up a little so he could see her face. He frowned.
"Then what's all this?"
"Haven't you ever wanted to just . . . let the blues in?" she asked quietly, enjoying the feel of his fingers as he traced the tear tracks on her cheeks.
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