Page 42 of Cocky Cruiser

“Sure. Anything you want,” Cohen replied.

God, I wished he were mine. He was the perfect man, in my opinion. Intelligent, successful, funny, and sweet; not to mention hot as hell and amazing in bed.

“What are we going to get at this port?” Cohen asked as we reached the craft market.

I pursed my lips as we walked by the different stalls. “I don’t know. I love all the handmade jewelry and trinkets.”

“Bora Bora is known for its black pearls. Maybe you should get something with one,” Cohen suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” I said, smiling up at him.

I ended up getting a woven bracelet with a beautiful black pearl in the center of it. It was simple, yet the craftsmanship of the weaving around the pearl made it elegant.

After the craft market, we stopped at one of the little cafes for a quick bite to eat, then grabbed our gelato before taking a taxi to the closest beach.

Even though we’d spent plenty of time in the water at the previous ports, we’d never actually relaxed on a beach. Since we had a few hours before our excursion, we decided to lay out on a couple of the beach loungers.

“This beach has supposedly been rated the best beach in the world several times,” Cohen stated.

“I can see why.” The beach was the epitome of what a perfect beach should look like with pristine, white sand, picturesque palm trees, and gorgeous turquoise waters.

In the distance, I saw the over-water bungalows that Bora Bora was known for. “I’d like to stay in one of those one day.”

Cohen turned his head to follow my gaze. “Maybe we can come back and stay in one.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my brows furrowed. I faced him and looked into his eyes. “Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Why not? You only live once, right?”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Okay. This time next year?”

He stuck his hand out. “It’s a date.”

I laughed as I shook his hand. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

After about an hour, we headed back to the port where the shuttle picked us up. Within ten minutes, we arrived at the pier where the glass bottom boat we’d be going on was docked.

The boat was smaller than the catamaran and had a glass strip of flooring down the middle with a partition around it for viewing.

As we rode to the lagoon, fish of all colors swam below us. Watching them through the glass reminded me of viewing fish in a tank or an aquarium.

“You can see all the way to the bottom,” I pointed out to Cohen. “Like perfectly clear, no murkiness or any debris.”

“Definitely clearer than the beaches back home.”

“Definitely.” I nodded.

When we got to the first lagoon, small lemon and nurse sharks joined the fish gliding beneath us. “We’re not snorkeling with those, right?” I asked, a little wary of swimming with sharks.

“Not intentionally,” the guide joked. Laughter sounded from mostly everyone, including Cohen. “There is the occasional shark at the next lagoon. But they’re not aggressive and don’t attack unless provoked. Most of the ones out here are used to people because of all the excursions.”

Cohen rubbed my back. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He pulled me against him, draping his arm around my shoulders. “All you have to do is punch them on their nose.”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Is that all?”

After a few minutes, we headed to the next destination. Stingrays took the place of the sharks swimming with the fish. The guide started to hand out snorkel equipment. “Snorkeling is optional. You can stay on the boat if you don’t want to get in the water. Remember, these are wild animals, so please be careful of your surroundings.”

“Hopefully, there aren’t any jellyfish today,” Cohen joked.

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