Colubrina
Chapter Thirteen: The Wedding
“You remind me of the ocean," she finally says. "before a storm when everything feels taut, when the air smells of rain that hasn't come yet, when the grey of the clouds and the grey of the water stretch out forever in front of you."
He listens to her breathe, feels the warmth of her pressed up against him. "Is that good?" he asks after a while.
"I love the ocean," she says simply.