Date: 2014-06-15 09:37 pm (UTC)
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"We'd hardly last through the first storm if we were," Erik countered with a laugh, his thumb rubbing lightly against the material of her gown over her stomach. "The amount of sail I let out decrees how much wind we harness and how fast we go."

He released one of the lines he held and let her feel the speed of the skiff beneath them increase.

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