Skylar and I found ourselves alone on the upper deck. The night air was cool. Carried the salt-tang of the ocean and the faint smell of rain that hadn't yet fallen. The city behind us was a mess of light and shadow. Towers of glass and steel against the night sky. The engine thrummed beneath our feet. A steady heartbeat that vibrated through the metal deck.
"So," Skylar said finally. Leaned against the railing. The wind caught her hair. Lifted the indigo and pink strands away from her face. Her profile against the city lights was striking. "That happened."
"Very articulate."
"Shut up."
I grinned. She didn't.
