//CLARA//
The heat had settled into my skin like a second layer, but the breeze off the water cut through it just enough to make the deck bearable.
I lay sprawled across the feather-filled mattress, my head heavy in Casimir's lap, his fingers tracing idle patterns through my hair. The stars above scattered like someone had spilled a handful of diamonds.
In the corner, Gary stretched himself on a long, rectangular storage bench, his arms tucked behind his head as he stared at the constellations. He looked thoroughly bored, probably dreaming of a world with high-speed internet.
"I'm just saying," Gary's voice drifted over, "that if this boat had a decent sound system, I could really elevate the vibe. Some lo-fi beats? Maybe a bit of synth-wave?"
Casimir's hand paused in my hair, his fingers tightening just a fraction, clearly not understanding a thing about what Gary was talking about.
