Spreading her arms over the other side of the bed, Arya stretched her limbs, trying to the brush off the soreness from the night before; she had due to the unstoppable s*x she had with Lucas. Turning over, she found the other side of the bed cold and much to her remembrance, she and Lucas had slept with their arms intertwined.
Getting up, she picked Lucas’s black shirt off the floor and put it on, buttoning it down and walking outside the room, towards the desk.
Her ears could hear a soft melody to a violin, being played out in the open, along with the sparkling runs of sun, reflecting against the cold ocean water.
Getting up on deck, Arya was welcomed by the smell of fresh daisies, lined along the railing of the boat, with a small circular table set up, with a fancy white cloth on to
