Word Count: 100
Challenge: #128 Fog
Rating: Slight T if you squint.
You stand at the window staring at the harbor. You can barely make out the small boat through the hazy clouds that remind you of gun smoke as it drifts past the door. You smile as you feel arms wrap themselves around your waist.
“Looks like you’ll have to stay here with me today. Shame really” Liebgott says as he presses a soft kiss between your shoulder blades.
“Appears I have a weather delay, guess I’ll just have to go back to bed.”
You feel Joe smile against your back. Today he won’t have to share you with the sea.