Xavier's POV
Ricco Oscillius had never re-boarded the cruise.
Lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling, I thought that perhaps I should have told Emelie.
Poala had mentioned her anxieties about the spa and I'd seen the flash of relief in her expression upon my approach. It was a curious expression. One that left me wondering about the inner workings of her mind.
She'd been nervous, uncertain of how to navigate the etiquette of fine dining, and I'd found myself ordering her courses for her, showing her what silverware to use. And all the while, her hand clutched the side of my jacket, gazing up at me with beautiful caramel eyes, reaching for me for assistance without hesitation.
She felt safe with me.
What a terrible decision.
"My, um, toes match."
The moment she'd turned to f
