The yacht decked on the shore and I hurriedly picked up my bag to go down. I didn't bother to wait for Devin to come out of the captain's cabin. I moved swiftly, as if I wanted to escape him. Well, that's the idea. I didn't even know why I suddenly felt so ashamed after everything we just did. Ugh.
The uniformed staff took my bag and helped me get down from the yacht.
"Thanks." I murmured. I couldn't even look at him.
He only smiled at me before going to the yacht, probably to clean up after our mess.
My cheeks heated when I remembered how we spent the whole afternoon making out on the yacht's deck. Will the staff be able to tell what we did back there? I winced when I remembered the numerous times I came. Gosh. I'm shameless.
But so what? We're supposed to be on our honeymoon, so tha
