<div style="text-align: justify;">Entranced as she was by the glittering sky, Dimitri caught her completely by surprise when he placed his hand on her neck and drew her towards her for another kiss. Soft, gentle lips tasting of salt and vaguely of something much more undefinable met hers for just the second time. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him to keep him above water. Alannah couldn't believe this was happening. It was like the worst, most cliche movie ever she would normally have retched at, and yet she wouldn't trade this moment for the whole world.<br/><br/>She broke away for air, regretfully. His drenched hair shone in the moonlight and water dripped slowly from it and onto his otherwise completely dry shirt. She couldn't resist wiping it away from his forehead, and she kept her hand rested on the side on the side of his face. The sheer improbability of it all reminded her how little she really knew about Dimitri. She tilted her head slightly to the side, studying him with a careful expression. <span style="color: #4080FF">"You've had ya twenny questions, Dimitri. I think it's my turn now?" </span><br/><br/>She flipped over to float face up in the water next to him. It was a truly spectacular sight. Like this, she couldn't see the lights from Boston at all. Nothing disturbed her vision of the uncountable lights above her. But it still missed something. She shifted her eyes back to his face, grinning. She loved his slightly pointy nose, his narrow lips, the stubble that spread from ear to ear along his jawline. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">Whoa, Aly. Hold ya horses.</span></span> She cleared her throat briefly. <span style="color: #4080FF">"What's ya last name? Ya favorite movie? Food? How do ya like it here?"</span> She swallowed, somewhat nervous. What if he didn't like Boston at all, but just her? She didn't think she'd be able to stand that.</div>