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...
November 1st. I woke up with a slight headache but nothing I couldn't handle, I'd gotten used to hangovers. All I needed was water, a shower, and a nice breakfast.
When I rolled over, I saw Brooklyn blinking her eyes open.
"Ew, don't look at me, I look disgusting," she groaned, pushing my head away.
"No, you don't. Come here," I laughed back, prying her fingers from her face. And she looked beautiful, as always - not a single flaw.
"Good morning," I spoke first, tracing my finger down the bridge of her nose.
"Good morning," she said back quietly and kissed me.
"You remember anything from last night?" I asked, smirking.
She put her hand and chin on my chest and said, "Oh, I remember everything!"
"We should do it again sometime," I said, pulling her body on top of mine.
"We should," she flirted back, kissing all over my face.
"Does that mean my sentence is lifted?" I joked about her no sex rule for the past month.
She laughed and nodded, biting down on her lip. "If it means you'll keep fucking me like that, yeah."
"Don't start, it's too early," I said, kissing her just once. "I'm gonna shower, you coming?"
"Hands to yourself, boy," she agreed but with conditions.
*
Brooklyn stepped out and dried her body, catching me staring in the mirror at her in the towel.
"Back! Back I say," she joked, referring to a meme only she found funny. She laughed and popped her extra toothbrush in the travel kit.
"You're a weirdo," I joked, flicking one of the bathroom lights off to exit and go find something to throw on.
It was Sunday, no work, so I planned on relaxing and catching up on sleep, or something. The gym could miss me for another day.
There was Emereigh, who was at Dad's still, but I figured I'd pick her up early in the morning or later tonight.
Brooklyn put on a pair of shorts at the same time I did and we both silently laughed at the fact that we were in sync. I slipped into socks and a t-shirt then looked for my phone. I knew I would end up losing it.
Brooklyn helped herself to one of my hoodies and smiled at me like she was waiting for confirmation to keep it. I found my phone, it was under the bed, and I charged it since it was dead.
"Hungry?" I asked Brooklyn.
She slouched and dramatically said, "Starving!"
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