Lunar Love (63)

I grip my sweater tighter. “We’re eating on a boat. Like, docked, right?”

Bennett jumps into the boat first, placing the flour on the seat. “More like on the water. I opted for the seventeen-footer so that we’ll be more comfortable for our lunch. The water shouldn’t be too choppy right now.”

I feel the blood rush out of my face. I place my hand in his, grasping it a little too tightly as I step one foot onto what’s pretty much just a floating tub. When our fingers touch, the same thrill runs through me that I felt at the Getty. The boat wobbles, and I let out a loud shriek.

“Are you okay?” Bennett asks, alarmed. I back up from the boat, keeping my feet firmly planted on the dock. His smile drops. “Did I mess up?”

I straighten my shoulders. “I’m…fine.”

“I don’t want to be presumptuous, but…are you scared of the ocean?” Bennett looks nervous that I actually might be.

“Were those the actions of a scared person?” I ask overconfidently. “Okay, I might be a little bit scared of it.”

I see Bennett’s eyes pop behind his sunglasses. “Say no more, we’ll do something else,” he says, starting to climb out of the boat.

“No, no! I’ll be okay. You planned a picnic and rented a boat. I’ll feel bad if I ruin your plans,” I say, holding my hands up to stop him. “Honestly.”

Bennett looks unsure. “Okay. You’ll let me know if you feel like it’s too much? Say the word and I’ll turn this ship right back around.”

I laugh. “Sure.”

Bennett whips out his phone and starts tapping on the screen. “Horses tend to be adventurous, but I may have interpreted the term adventurous too loosely. Let me see here,” he says, staring at his device.

“What are you doing?” I ask, looking around at the other tourists on the dock. “Are you reading an article right now?”

“I’m trying to see what other traits I may have missed,” he says, moving his finger up the screen. “I totally missed the mark.”

“What? No,” I say, somewhat pleased to be continuously proved right. “Not every animal sign embodies every single one of their traits. Or if they do identify with a trait, it takes getting to know someone to truly understand what that means to each specific person. Sorry to say, but you’re going to have to get to know me.”

“I would love that,” he says before scrunching his forehead. “I’ll need to think through how to handle that on the app better. See? I’m learning every day.”

“Don’t worry about it. But if I don’t walk onto solid ground or get in the boat, my legs won’t be able to support me for much longer.”

Bennett springs into action. “Right. Sorry. Let’s try this again.”

He steadies himself in the boat and holds both arms out toward me. I place my hands on his shoulders, stepping slowly into the boat. Our bodies are as close as they were at the Getty, sending my mind down a dangerous path.

“There we go,” he says, watching me closely.

Bennett pulls out what looks like a life vest for a baby out from under one of the seats.

“Thanks,” I mumble, distractedly reaching for the vest.

“This isn’t for you,” he says. He straps the baby life vest around the sack of flour.

I laugh out loud at the absurdity and feel slightly more relaxed.

“This one’s for you,” Bennett says, handing me a neon yellow life vest.

I speedily tighten the life vest around my body and carefully wobble over to the seats. I plant myself onto the bench in the front of the boat so I have clear visibility.

“Ready?” he asks. Bennett starts up the boat, the engine roaring to life and settling into a rumbling purr. “Let me know at any point if you want to turn back.”

“So far so good,” I say, focusing my eyes on the waves in front of us. I look to see how far I’d have to jump from the boat to the dock. In my dreams, I could probably successfully stick a five-foot landing, but before I can make this a reality, we’re ten feet away from the dock.

I don’t say anything while Bennett navigates us out of the marina for fear of him losing focus and the boat capsizing.

My body remains tight and curled as I focus on my breathing. Once there’s enough fresh air in my lungs, I attempt to make small talk.

“Why didn’t you start ZodiaCupid over here?” I ask, gesturing toward the beach. “I’d have pegged you as a Silicon Beach guy.”

“Way too expensive,” he says, casually holding the steering wheel in one hand. “I won’t deny that being able to walk to the beach for lunch breaks would be a huge perk, but then I never would have met you.”

I smile to myself. “Are you a big boater?”

“Not as much as I’d like. My dad loves fishing, so I spent a lot of time on the water with him as a kid.”

A wave rolls toward us, rocking the boat from side to side. I quickly grab for the railing. The flour baby bounces in the seat and then goes overboard. We watch as it bobs up and down in the choppy waves. Bennett looks over the side of the boat and laughs.

“Don’t look at me! I’m not going in there,” I say.

Bennett maneuvers the boat closer to the flour. He reaches out for it, lifting the bag out of the ocean by the life vest straps.