EMMA“I think I could get used to being on a yacht,” I tell Preston as he leads me to the second level of the boat. The stairway is narrow and dim, but I trust him to guide me. We’ve already toured the first floor, even though I don’t know if calling it a boat is the right word because it’s massive and elaborate.“Yeah?” Preston asks, leading me down a walkway. If I remember correctly, the blacked-out windows next to us are where the captain steers the boat from, and there’s enough space for living quarters for him if at sea.We stop at the back of the boat, both of us standing against the railing that overlooks the deck below us. “Yep. It’s official, I’m a yacht person. Next, I need to find a way to actually go out to sea on one of these.”“We’ll have to do that sometime,” he responds.I watch him carefully, wondering if I heard him correctly. He stares right back at me, his features set in stone. Either he doesn’t realize he’s said it, or he sees nothing wrong with it.“Will we?” I
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