<div style="text-align: justify;">She laughed hoarsely and placed her forehead against his. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Blissful, huh?" </span>Her hand was still resting at the back of his neck, gently playing with his hair that wound in the water like a black fire. How strange to kiss the son of a god underwater. How strange to kiss <span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span> underwater; anyone who wasn't begging for air. She was acutely aware of the hand that rested on her hip, just where silky, grey skin merged almost unnoticeably with her pale, human hue. <br/><br/>It was very quiet down here. No echoes; all sounds stopped almost immediately by the water. No boats glided overhead. Of light, there was only the bare minimum at this time of day. Alannah honestly doubted whether Dimitri could see much more than just the general shape of her.<br/><span style="color: #4080FF"><br/>"Listen, I know we just met - but how long are ya in Boston for?"</span> She mumbled. She kept thinking about how he couldn't possibly stay down here for a full day and night; about how he'd get hungry or tired and go back up to the light. Why should he stay here for sand, rocks, and jellyfish?</div>