She wasn't too keen on the large expanse of sea she had been subjected to for the past two weeks. It was endless yet confining in its inescapability. But where the ocean met the shore was something else entirely. Her foster father had taken her to the Baltic Sea a few times as a girl, and she had stood in the water there as she was now. From the shoreline looking out, the possibilities seemed as endless as the horizon. New beginnings, waiting to be experienced.
Illya's arm around her waist felt both new and familiar at the same time. "Is this going to become a thing, now?" she asked, smiling, but looking out at the water instead of at him. "You and your roving hands?" Since his confession, he had not stopped touching her, and she could not help but tease him a little about it.