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All too soon, dinner is over and it is time to return to our rooms. Not wanting to leave Cam just yet, I ask him if he'd like to go for a stroll on the upper decks. He quickly agrees and loops his arm through mine. The gesture is old-fashioned, sweet, and comfortable. It makes me feel safe and cared for, like we are a courting couple from the early 1900's, not a reality television duo that got married without ever having laid eyes on each other.
The cool breeze off the inky black water is more prevalent at night. I scoot closer to Cam seeking his warmth. He gallantly offers me his dinner jacket, and I gladly accept. The almost-full moon is shining brightly and reflecting on the flat calm ocean.
The entire romantic scenario would be almost perfect, were it not for the cameraman record
