The morning sunlight streams through the thin curtains of our cabin, painting soft, golden stripes on the walls. I stir slightly under the blanket, the gentle hum of the ship’s engines providing a steady, soothing rhythm in the background. As my eyes flutter open, I’m greeted by the comforting scent of coffee wafting through the air.
Jack stands by the small kitchenette, two steaming mugs in his hands. He’s wearing a casual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair slightly tousled, giving him an effortlessly charming look.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says with a playful grin, walking over to the bed and handing me one of the mugs.
I sit up, letting the blanket pool around my waist as I take the coffee. The warmth seeps into my fingers, and I inhale deeply, savoring the rich aroma.
