Twenty-Six
After nearly a week of projects, Dom declared us fit to leave, and with favorable weather, we departed for Malta. It would take us eighteen hours to make the passage from Corfu, but instead of doing the passage during the day, we would do it at night.
Roy and I had prepared food for the crew to reheat and snacks to grab quickly throughout the passage. The less time we spent in the galley while underway, the less potential for accidents and seasickness.
Seb slipped into my room that night. My bunk rocked gently with Themis’s movements, and our quiet kisses in the dark turned frantic quickly.
“Damn it,” Seb said, pulling back. “I forgot the condoms in my cabin. I’ll be right back.”
“Wait, Seb.” I grabbed at his arm before he could step away from the bed. “I am on birth contro
