It managed to catch her off-guard and pin her in place. The oars were long since forgotten, and the boat drifted gently wherever the current carried it. Ami found herself ignoring the inner voice telling her to wait, to turn around and stop this before it went further.

Light touches, experimental, gave way to something deeper and hungrier, as if, if she couldn't be sure what tomorrow would bring, she'd have her fill of what she wanted today.

How strange that a part of her could still want to experience something like this.