[Day 5, Dec. 24 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Dave Carter
Stirring awake after a heavy sleep, the first thing I noticed was her.
Soft, warm, and tucked against me like she belonged there. Her cheek was pressed to my chest, her small breaths brushing against my skin. Her body molded perfectly to mine, her curves fitting as if they were meant to.
Waking up to see her by my side every morning is doing something dangerous to me, and I don't know how long I can keep trying to control myself.
I didn’t move, didn’t dare disturb her. I just watched her, the way the soft morning light played across her features. The way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the little furrow in her brow as she slowly started to wake.
Then her eyes opened, and I swear my chest tightened.
She blinked, dazed, h
