*Shelby*
The helicopter sent deck chairs flying as it landed. Small ripples were sent out in all directions across the surface of the water. I still couldn't believe that the yacht was really big enough to have its own landing pad, but Michael landed with no problem. He stepped off of the helicopter just as the pilot killed the propeller.
Michael ran across the landing pad and swept me up into his arms, spinning me in a small circle. A giggle burst out of my mouth as he squeezed me tighter. He finally set my feet back down on the solid deck, but he didn't let me go.
“I'm so glad that you're safe," he whispered in my ear.
“I missed you so much. I'm so glad that you're back," I said, barely choking back the tears that threatened to fall as soon as I saw him.
Michael released me from the
