[Day 9, December 28 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
~Octavia~
I woke up to a slight headache and Lewis’s face hovering over me, his features soft yet intent. His damp hair clung to his forehead, water droplets sliding down his bare chest, glistening like diamonds against his tanned skin.
My eyes traveled lower before snapping back to his face. His lips were slightly parted, glossy from what I assumed was a post-shower balm, and my gaze caught something—a tattoo on his upper arm, intricate and masculine, disappearing down his muscled bicep.
He looked... good. Too damn good.
I blinked, my head still fuzzy as if I were trapped in a fog, but the fog wasn’t strong enough to block the memory of what had happened earlier. The moment came rushing back like a tidal wave, and my cheeks heated, embar
