Coconut Grove Blooming like the shadows upon you I drowned beside

The weight of her head against his shoulder startles him into something of a nervous shock and the lump in his throat grows ever larger. She was touching him; touching him, and he swore he could have fainted right then and there.
Intoxicating, it was, to have eyes upon him. Her eyes.
Blossom knows nothing but salt and sea. His breath hitches as he shuffles to accomodate her; fumbling, nervous, and he was sure it radiated off of him. He wasn't used to this. Not in the slightest.
Why'd you leave the valley? he prods, following her whisper with a rumble of his own. Sea callin' your name, or am I about to find out you was doin' somethin' out there you shouldn't've?