The next time she awoke, the sun was streaming through the porthole, and Rob was gone. She took a few moments to relish the silence, but more to recall the sweetness that had passed between them a few hours earlier. The unspoken promises that didn’t need to be given. The tenderness. Although neither of them had spoken those three specific words, they’d felt no urgency to. All that needed to be said had been given in the form of warm kisses and gentle caresses. They hadn’t made love. It was still too soon in this relationship, but it would happen when they both were ready.
Rising from the bed, Naia made her way over to the bathroom—or as they call it on board, the head, she mused to herself—and took care of her needs. She was splashing water on her face when she heard the cabin door open.
