The morning light seeps into our cabin, casting warm, golden hues across the walls. I stretch lazily under the soft, white sheets, relishing the slow pace of the morning. The faint hum of the ship's engine serves as a soothing background melody, mingling with the distant sound of seagulls and waves lapping against the hull.
The comforting aroma of lime and sugar tickles my senses, pulling me from my half-sleep state. I prop myself up on one elbow, my gaze landing on Jack. He’s standing near the small cabin table, carefully balancing two tall glasses of cocktail margaritas on a tray.
“Good morning, my love,” he says, turning to me with a grin that makes my heart skip.
I smile back, pushing my hair away from my face. “Good morning. Is that—margaritas? For breakfast?”
“Why not?” he teases
