*Anne*
"Just because we are in dock doesn't mean we have to leave the ship," Raphael mumbles.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. I turn away to face the man leaning against the door. He is wearing black trousers that cling to his thighs, boots, and that familiar loose white shirt with its rebellious buttons. Just an hour ago, he was sprawled naked on the bed. I know that if I encouraged him, he could have me naked and beneath him in an instant.
"My family is probably desperate for word from me. If I don't leave now, we will only be delaying the inevitable," I explain.
"If it can be delayed, maybe it's not inevitable. Write them a letter. Tell them you have decided to see the world. I can have us back at sea by dawn," he suggests.
Oh, I'm so tempted. "I have responsibilities here,"
