As the day stretches ahead, the midday sun blazes down on the ship. It's rays bouncing off the vast expanse of ocean surrounding us. The warmth is almost oppressive, the air heavy with the kind of stillness that comes with an unusually hot day. Jack and I decide to retreat to our cabin after our stroll, his hand resting lightly on my lower back as we walk through the bustling corridors of the ship.
“I don’t know about you,” Jack says, his voice laced with mock fatigue, “but I could really use a cold shower right now. This heat is ridiculous.”
I chuckle, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. “You and me both. I don’t think I’ve felt this sticky since that summer picnic disaster in Central Park.”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “The one where it rained halfway through, and you en
