Coconut Grove Blooming like the shadows upon you I drowned beside

It is.
Boone comes up beside her and eases lazily into a sit with an exhale. The salt in the air was suffocating and clarifying at the same time; foam rolling up close to the tips of his toes and drawing back again. He watches it for a good while in the pale blue of the moon, for he suddenly found himself unable to look to Reverie.
What was he doing here, with her? He could just go. He didn't know her and she didn't know him; there were no obligations, none at all, and yet—
A lump catches in his throat and finally his eyes creep from the slim of her wrist and up her shoulder, to the feathering at her neck.
Was he that desperate?
Was he being desperate, or was he actually drawn to her?
Did it matter?
How's l'il Blossom like the ocean?