[Day 2, Dec 21 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Dave Carter
The hallway was quiet, except for the occasional hum of the ship’s engines. I had stepped out of the suite, needing to find Octavia. She had disappeared hours ago, and I was sure she was with her friends.
The problem now is, I didn’t know which room or deck they were staying on.
I ran a hand through my hair, sighing in frustration as I walked past endless identical doors. I hadn’t even made it far from our suite when I noticed a figure ahead—her figure.
That body, those curves—I’d know them anywhere.
My pulse quickened, and my steps slowed as I took in the scene unfolding before me. She was clinging to someone, her posture unsteady, her head tilted back as she leaned against him.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to make out the man’s
