POV: it’s late on a hot, summer evening. You sneak out of your residence through the window facing the moonlight sea. You secretly take a wooded path down to a small ocean inlet, the trees over hanging the rolling tide.
Making your way down the old wooden dock, you take a seat on its edge, let your rear overhang the water and open your legs to the sky.
Like clockwork, you hear the water below roll into the wooden beams of the dock. Though, it’s not from the tide.
You didn’t have to look to know he was there. You leaned fully back on the dock and watched the moon, the Devil of the Sea eager to make work on you.
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Day 22, the perspective is weird and I didn’t change the legs between both versions ( ran out of time sorry 😭) so I hope this is okay! 💕
Anyways, hope you enjoy the little story ;)
Nikki
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