[Day 3, Dec. 22 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Dave Carter
“Come with me,” I growled my eyes burning with anger.
Before she could protest, I grabbed her wrist and led her away from the crowd, weaving through the tables until we reached a quiet hallway near the restrooms.
She squirmed in my grip, but I spun her around, pulling her back against me. My arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her firmly in place as I leaned in, my nose brushing against the curve of her neck.
The fluorescent light glowed on her face, highlighting the sharpness of her jawline and the rebellious spark in her eyes. She was defiant, her chest heaving as she struggled against my grip.
“Let go of me, Dave!” she hissed, twisting slightly in my hold, her voice laced with venom.
“Let you go?” I growled, tightening
