The cool night air wrapped around Aurora like a second skin as she leaned against the ship’s railing, staring out at the endless waves. The ocean stretched beyond the horizon, dark and mysterious, swallowing the moon’s reflection in its shifting depths.
Around her, the cruise ship pulsed with life—laughter, music, the sound of glasses clinking—yet none of it reached her. It was like she existed in an entirely different world.
A world where Marcus’s lips were still on hers.
Where his voice still echoed in her head—Stay the f**k away from me.
Her fingers curled tightly around the metal railing, her knuckles turning white.
Then—
“Aurora, darling, you’re thinking too much.”
The sudden voice startled her, making her jerk back slightly. She turned to find the gay couple, their arms slung
