Re: [later on the yacht]
The more her fingers moved over his hand, the less he realized there were any red flags to pay attention to. All anxiety or doubt from that voice of logic he heard every now and again washed away. He craved her touch more and more, let the images of his dreams play in his head as if to give him instructions on how he should proceed.
Galen easily entertained the Uber driver with tails of sailing, easing the driver in a way most wouldn't have been able to. Galen had a natural empathy that flowed around him. When the drive was over, he left on a friendly note, but was not about to let Nora be too far ahead.
Walking them up to the docks yacht, there was a little relief that the owner wasn't around randomly. The Basileus' had been nice enough to allow him to stay on board until he found a place to settle into the city, but he still didn't want to have to explain him bringing a women he just met there.
The stairs pushed up to the side, Galen held her hand to help her up the steep incline and onto the boat. "I have to decorate it for the holidays, but at least it's a simple design," he mentioned. As soon as they booth had their feet on deck, hands moved down here arms and around her waste to pull her closer. "I'd said I'd keep ye warm."