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"WHO WAS THAT?"
Therewas a maiden voyage party going on at the moment, and you'd only stepped in briefly before going outside to catch some cool air. Truth is, you could not stand the stench of wealthy snobs. Portside was much better.
You turned to look at the boy with a smirk playing on your lips. "And what's it to you?"
He stood beside you, leaning against the ship's railing and copying your stance. He chewed the inside of his cheek and raised his brows. "He, he with you?"
He glared at you when a laugh escaped your lips. "He's a friend. A married friend." Relief spread across his face. "What," You grinned, nudging him with your elbow. "You jealous, Dawson?"
And with one swift movement, his arms were wrapped around your waist, face inches from yours.
