The next morning, I wake up to the soft sound of the waves brushing against the ship. Jack’s arm is draped over me, and his slow, steady breathing fills the room with a comforting rhythm. I gently slide out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. The early light streams through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room.
As I sip on a glass of water and stretch by the window, I think about how much this cruise has already been an emotional rollercoaster. From unexpected encounters to deepening connections, every day feels like a new chapter unfolding.
Jack stirs, opening his blue eyes slowly. “Morning,” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.
“Morning,” I reply with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“With you next to me, always,” he says, pulling me closer.
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