CHAPTER TWELVE
“Do you realize it’s noon?” Elliott said after shaking me awake the next day.
I tutted and pulled the covers up over my head. “Am I getting off the ship? If not, go away.”
Elliott chuckled. “Ha. I pegged you for a morning person, but you’re grumpy. Get up. I need to give you a quick lesson.”
“What kind of lesson?” I grumbled.
I sat up and pulled the duvet under my arms to cover myself. His shirt was tight, showing every ripple of muscle in his broad chest and abs. His jeans fit just right—he was crazy hot.
He cleared his throat and my eyes shifted up to his handsome face, which was now sporting a smug grin. “You can stop undressing me with your eyes. If you want me n***d, just beg.”
I guffawed, but ended up laughing too.
“Good, you’re getting past the hate,” he said
