[Day 3, Dec. 22 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Octavia
Even as I left the restroom, my heart was pounding, my skin still tingling with the remnants of Dave’s touch. His hands, firm and commanding. His lips, heated and devouring. His entire presence consumed me like a storm I had no choice but to weather.
Damn it. This wasn’t part of the plan.
I’d vowed to make things difficult for him, to stay in control, but he had this infuriating way of dismantling every layer of resolve I built.
And the worst part? He made me want to let him.
I clenched my fists as I walked, trying to shake off the lingering sensation of his breath against my neck, the way his voice had dipped dangerously low as he whispered my name.
No. Not yet. I can’t lose focus now.
The vibrant lights and roaring chatter surrou
