Quixotic (2)

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She woke to her phone ringing, and squinted her eyes to see that it was almost four in the morning. Checking her caller ID, Brian's name flashed across the screen. She quickly answered the phone, whispering away from Mila as she slept to the right of the bed, "It's four in the morning!" She said in a forceful whisper, and the man on the other end of the call gently laughed.

"Open the door."

An aggravated sigh escaped her lips, but she immediately rolled from her bed and pulled a large jacket over her shoulders to cover her bare legs, "You aren't wearing pants --." He said as she stepped from the room, his eyes chin tilted down.

"Well, this was kind of short notice." She growled at him with a smile on her lips as she hugged the jacket around her, asking with a raspy voice, "What do you want?"

"Is Mila asleep?" He asked with a small laugh, glancing into the small crack between the door and its frame as he shrugged to her, "You should join me in my room --."

"Why?" Aria asked, testing him, "Are you still interested about that dream?"

"I am, but I'm more interested in having some alone time with you before this cruise is over." He answered honestly, shrugging, "Tomorrow is a busy day, so I won't have many breaks."

"I see." She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. A smile pulled at her lips as she swayed toward him, "I may need a bit more convincing." She teased, watching as he stepped forward to place his hands at her hips.

"Oh, yeah?" He asked with a playful grin and stepped to stand against her, his eyes dropping to look at her lips, "Well, we practically have the whole ship to ourselves." He shrugged as he met her eyes.

She hummed as she took a step back, sighing, "Give me a minute." She let the door to her room shut, and he leaned his back against the wall. She stepped backwards out of the room and carefully shut the door.

Wearing a grey camisole and a pair of baggy red shorts, she somehow still looked styled to perfection as she turned to face him with her messy hair pulled into a falling ponytale. His eyes trailed down her figure, and she snapped her fingers to catch his attention, teasing, "My eyes are up here."

"You did great tonight." He hummed as he stepped toward her, leading her down the aisle toward his room, "How did you learn to dance like that?"

"My dad taught me." She answered with a shrug as he unlocked the door to his room, turning on a lamp as they entered, "It's kind of a tradition in my family." She told him as she fell to sit on the end of the bed, sighing, "Everyone can dance."

"I would stick out like a sore thumb." He said with a small laugh as he stepped to sit beside her. Leaning back on the bed, he folded his arms behind his head as she angled her body toward him.

"Did you make plans to visit Louisiana?" She asked as she leaned to lay on her stomach beside him, adding, "If you need, I wouldn't mind sharing my bed for a night or two."

"Really?" He asked with wide eyes as he shifted his body to face her, joking, "You know, there are four of us."

"It may be a little snug." She hummed with a laugh in her voice, telling him, "I can pull the air mattresses from the attic." 

"Well, we discussed spending the remainder of the day in New Orleans after the cruise is finished." He smirked at her, saying, "We won't need a place to stay, but you are more than welcomed to join us on Bourbon street --." A nervous laugh escaped his lips and she flashed him a smile, turning to lay on her back.

"I have a child, remember." She hummed, with a smile, recognizing the hesitation in his movements as he tore his eyes to stare up at the ceiling.

"Have I told you that you are the most beautiful woman on this entire cruise?" He asked, continuing to stare up as she turned her head to look at him.