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"This is gorgeous and we haven’t even left yet"

My fingers brush back the stray hairs that have escaped fro ainst the side of the ship, and hundreds of seagulls are on the playlist as we stand there, studying the horizon

It’s warrees--so tank tops and shorts are the order of the day

And when Scarlett reaches behind her to run her fingers throughmy hands under the he her breasts over her bra

Kiss her neck again, this ti, too

I haven’t had sex ininsidewith my hormones, all I can think about is s-e-x; every atte Scarlett does turns me on, from the quick way she blushes to the conservative braids in her hair and her quirky little laugh

She’s not even doing it on purpose--that’s how affected we are by the sight of each other

She made it easy to fall in love with her, she just…doesn’t know it yet

Growling into the curve of her neck, I pull back and step away before I doing so stupid, like unclasp her bra and strip off all my clothes

She would be so pissed

"Should we explore the ship?" Her bright, toothy grin and di to my stomach

"Whatever you want--this is your weekend"

Her heads gives a bashful shake "Stop it, Rowdy"

"Stop what?"

"You did not do this all for ift to her

I don’t knohat ht be a ballplayer, but what do I bring to the table other than my body and a skill that’s practically useless unless I’m in the infield of a baseball diao"

We spent the afternoon idle Relaxed, lying about in deck chairs next to the pool and watching the ship leave port, the houses on land getting s fro fruity drinks, we talked and laughed the afternoon away like we’ve been a couple for years Napped Dinner withpainless because they showed up twenty o see what the opening production is?" Scarlett glances up fro out loud and chewing on a chocolate-covered strawberry "The welco prelude to a weekend’s worth of fun, including e from the entertainment director" She turns to me "Can we do that?"

"Sure" Fuck, fuck, fuck I’d rather poke h one of those onboard productions

We set our napkins on the table, push our chairs out froht to et off at the island?" Dad asks

I scratchroom service"

Mo, I will kill you"

My palo up in ot to stop bringing it up"

She shoots Scarlett a look "There is aon the back of your door You fill it out and hang it outside your stateroo, they deliver whatever it was you circled" Her lips purse "Once, Sterling ordered us one of everything and had it delivered at seven AM"

Damn that was funny--man were they pissed off

"Hey, I caone to waste"

I scoot toa kiss on her upturned cheek "Coht it was funny"

"It wasn’t funny--not when you’re on vacation and your two-hundred-pound man child climbs onto the bed with trays of food, and especially not when you’re trying to be romantic with your husband whilst on vacation"