CHAPTER EIGHTThe next morning when Mellina awoke, she found that Ian was looking down at her as she lay in bed.
The sun was streaming in through the portholes and she realised they had slept peacefully through the night.
“Do you still love me?” he asked her.
Mellina smiled.
“I think that I must have been dreaming about you, which was stupid of me, when you have been beside me – all the time.”
“I have been asleep too,” he said, “only because I was so happy I could hardly believe that I was still here on this earth.”
He kissed her very gently and then told her,
“Now you and I are going to find out more about love than we know already.”
Mellina’s eyes widened.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked.
“I mean,” he said, “that our honeymoon is going to be very different from the one I m
