(Nerina’s P.O.V)
Aboard the Sirens Curse, we’ve split up the jobs and I’m finally inside my Captain’s quarters. A huge king-sized four-poster bed sits off to one side, with a sitting area with a writing desk made of beautiful walnut. The furnishings are lush and reminiscent of the age in which we are, lots of gold though. A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Come in!” I call.
John walks in. Goddess, he looks amazing in his white linen shirt with that deep-V to it that gives you a peek of his pecs. His pants are tight, and you can totally see what he’s packing, and mama is NOT disappointed whatsoever.
“Hey, do you have a minute? We are going to be weighing anchor soon and I wanted to ask you something.”
“Sure, what’s up John?”
He walks over
