Chapter 24: Questions in the Dark
Gwen The ship creaked gently beneath us, the soothing rhythm of the waves at odds with the chaos of my thoughts. I lay on the bed, stiff and restless, while Hook seemed infuriatingly at ease. His shirtless chest rose and fell steadily, his head resting against his hand as though lying beside me in his quarters was the most natural thing in the world. But it wasn’t natural. Not at all. A part of me wishes I could escape, but considering we are in the middle of the ocean, I know that’s not a possibility. My gaze drifted to him despite myself. The dim lantern light danced over the planes of his body, highlighting every carved muscle and the faint scars that marked his skin. His chest was broad and sculpted, his shoulders powerful. His abdomen was taut, every ridge and line a testament to
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