Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine. My eyes squinted and I groaned at the bright ass natural sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
In walked Brooklyn with a bowl of fruit. She smiled at me in nothing but a pair of shorts. Her hair was fluffy and all of the place.
"Good morning," she said softly, putting the bowl down. She crawled up to me and kissed my face.
"Morning," I said back. She giggled and pressed her lips to mine. I wrapped her in my arms, smoothing the hair out of her naked face.
"Stop kissing me," I warned, breaking the kiss.
"Why?" She pouted, "you love my kisses."
I chuckled, stealing one more. "That's the problem."
Brooklyn put on a shirt and walked me out of her bedroom after I got dressed, too. She threw me a practice volleyball short-sleeved shirt that I pulled on and complained when it barely fit.
"What time is it?" I asked, looking for my phone.
"Nine o'clock," she told me.
"Jesus, it's so early, why am I up? I think I'm still drunk," I said staring at the window, "did we have a good night?" The reason we woke up so early was because the natural light and sounds of city traffic down below.
Brooklyn sat on the stool and her face fell. "You did," she told me.
I furrowed my eyebrows, scratching my stomach. "What I do?"
"I saw you hooking up with some girl at the party," Brooklyn told me, "you have a thing for bathrooms."
"Who was it? I didn't kiss her, did I?"
Brooklyn shrugged, starting to clean the stuff off the island. "I don't know. When I walked in, she was on her knees."
"I'm sorry," I said plainly.
"Don't apologize to me," Brooklyn voiced quietly, clearing the dishes out of the sink.
"Well I'm sorry you saw that."
"Sorry I saw it, or sorry you did it?"
I looked back at her in the eyes and said, "Sorry you saw it."
Brooklyn stopped the water running in the sink and sighed. "You don't remember anything from last night?" she asked, folding her arms.
"Not really, no." When I said that her eyes disconnected like she was zoning out of the conversation or her feelings.
"Okay," she breathed out, tucking the hair behind her ear.
"I gotta go, I have a test due," I announced, grabbing my phone and wallet off the countertop.
Brooklyn nodded, showing me to the door. "I have a big game tomorrow," she told me.
"I don't know if I'll make it, Zane's been on my ass. He-"
"Okay, that's fine," she smiled, "I don't need you there, I was just asking."
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