[Day 2: Dec. 21, The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Octavia
Dave’s lips brushed against my forehead, sending a wave of warmth flooding through me. My heart stumbled, caught completely off guard, and I was sure he could feel the heat radiating from my face.
“Dave,” I whispered softly, struggling to steady my voice. “You said you weren’t coming.”
“Oh, that…” His deep voice carried a teasing tone as his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine.
“I figured spending time with you would be a better use of my time. What do you think?”
The way his words rolled off his tongue, so smooth and enchanting, made my knees weak. I barely managed a nod, my chest tightening as if the air around us had been sucked away.
Behind me, Lila let out a muffled squeal. “Oh my God, he’s even cuter in person,” she whispered,
