"Ms Sabrina," Dave replied, coyly cocking one eyebrow, "Are you flirting with me?"

"That would depend on...," Making sure he saw her sway her hips slightly, "whether you want me to, of course."

It was the perfect response. Dave felt reason slowly losing grip as his uninhibited desires took over.

He wanted to take Sabrina, and f**k the living daylights out of her right there in his rowboat. If he did so, he reasoned, he would probably have the inspiration to write anything. Dave noticed Sabrina's lips inching closer and closer to his.

"I feel, kind of breathless again, could you give me some...Mouth to mouth again?" Sabrina whispered, fluttering her eyelashes.

Her face was so close to his, he could feel her sweet, warm breath on his slightly sun burnt skin. Dave knew he was going to lose control.