September, 2014
Last year's bonfire... she smiled while she raked, recalling the event fondly. Or, at least, one happening in particular. She'd coaxed Piotr downstairs to the boat docks from where'd they'd been cuddling in the window seat of the boathouse. She thought for sure he'd be uncomfortable in the swaying rowboat, considering his size and land-locked background. Instead, he'd used the lapping of the waves to time the rhythm of his hips after he'd laid her back into the bottom of the boat atop his sweater. It had turned out they were both at home on the water.