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His breath was hitting her ears, his hands gripped her hips. They were so hot and she, so cold.
"Breathe luv! Breathe!" He urged.
She wasn't breathing? Why not? Is that why she was so dizzy?
She gasped. Her lungs fully emptied, she took a deep breath and began coughing, then retching into the water below her head.
Water? When did that get there?
One of his hands left her hips to hold her hair away from her face. She didn't know what was going on, but he did. And he was worried.
Why did he let her convince him going by boat was a good idea? He knew she never did well on them...
But she had been doing so well, they were just chatting by the rail. And she just collapsed, faded out of the world and stopped breathing.
"No more boats, luv. Just no more."
"It doesn't just come on boats though, Sweet, it can happen anywhere, it's not the boat's fault." She got out after a good while.
"Might not be the boat's fault, but I'm blaming it anyway. I just don't like boats anymore."
She turned and embraced him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Alright. No more boats. Not ever again."