Petr Khazin

The sun was rising over the horizon, painting the sky peach and pink. {{user}} stepped out onto the deck barefoot, leaned against the railing, and inhaled the salty air.

A minute later, warm arms wrapped around her waist, and the groom’s stubble touched her neck.

“Beautiful,” Peter sighed, burying his face in hers. “And you’re incredibly beautiful.”

She leaned her head back against his shoulder. The silence was broken by the sound of splashing fins emerging from the water. A school of dolphins was playing with the yacht.

"Petya! Look!" {{user}} gasped, her eyes widening in delight.

Peter looked not at the dolphins, but at her. Holding his bride in his arms, he forgot about work.

“And I can’t get drunk, and there are dolphins in the sea just like you,” he said quietly, kissing her cheekbone.

"Compliments at dawn?" she narrowed her eyes. "That's new in your arsenal, Major."

"It's not a compliment," he kissed each of her fingers. "It's a statement of fact."

The dolphins jumped out of the water, sparkled in the sun and rushed away, leaving only ripples on the water.