A drabble written for a combination of challenges on NFA. Might turn into something more.
"I don't think that was meant to happen." You whisper. A smile is your answer. You are still feeling the familiar frame of the boat behind you being pressed up your back.
"Was it meant to happen?" You ask, your eyes widen. He leans back into you, his lips brushing against your lips before they travel to your ear.
"I meant every second of it." Is breathed into your ear. You shiver.
"And Rule number twelve?"
"Dismissed." He says, before his lips press against yours once more. You cherish the instance, knowing it will not last. You will betray him.