Owen Moreland lay beside her, holding her quietly as they both gazed at the pitch-black sky above, countless stars twinkling. Amelia Clarke suddenly felt like she had returned to her childhood.
Such a beautiful night sky, she hadn't seen since she was a child.
After an unknown amount of time, the heat generated from their passion dissipated. A gust of wind blew by, making Amelia Clarke shiver; her clothes had been torn by Owen Moreland, barely covering her.
Owen Moreland sat up, taking off his open shirt to wrap around Amelia Clarke. He was left wearing only suit pants, revealing his muscular upper body.
On the way back, Amelia Clarke sat on the deck, leaning against the guardrail at the edge, while Owen Moreland controlled the speed of the speedboat slowly.
"Huh?" Amelia Clarke looked to the left, vaguely seeing another speedboat parked in the distance.
