*Millie*
I pull Will along with me at first. It’s clear he’s confused for a moment, but he eventually keeps in step with me as I lead him back to his room.
For a woman who came back in time and should know everything about the Titanic in 1912, I’m terrible at knowing what the future holds. I don’t know why I’m here, or if I’ll die along with so many other people on this ship. I don’t know whether Will is going to die or whether anything we do over the next couple of days will change anything about the future as I know it.
But I do know, from the way my heart races when I look at him, the way delicate tingles of pleasure touch every nerve when his hands are on me, and from the powerful draw that I feel when looking into his eyes that I’m done catching feelings for Will Stewart.
I’m al
