A cruise ship carrying hundreds of passengers which include several Thai BL actors from popular BL drama series such as Love By Chance, 2 Moons S1, Lovesick, Kiss Me Again, Theory of Love, etc, gets wrecked during an unexpected heavy storm after it...
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Copter's POV
My heart was racing as I approached Mew. He was the most gorgeous and finest specimen of mankind that I had ever had the fortune of meeting.
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I noticed some strands of his hair being blown by the sea breeze. I did not realize that my mouth was slightly open as I approached him, mesmerized.
He held out his hand to me as I neared him and I took it, savoring the feel of his skin on mine. I knew I was going to have two shipboard romances on this liner. My only dilemma was which of the two shipboard romances to turn into a real one.
"Your hands are cold," Mew remarked, placing his other hand on top of mine and rubbing it gently to infuse some warmth into it.
What Mew didn't know was that the cold in my hand was due to mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness, excitement at his nearness and nervousness as to how this evening was going to end.
"Have you had any dinner yet?" I asked Mew.
"Nope," he replied, "would you like to have dinner with me?"
"Certainly!" I hoped that my voice didn't sound too excited as I let him lead me out of the open deck and into the dining hall, all the while not letting go of my hand and I was happy to keep my hand in his.
The white board just outside the dining hall announced the main course to be: Grilled Quail with Mango and Arugula. That sounded really fancy and I was eager to fill myself up on it.
I let Mew lead me to an empty table at the very corner of the dining hall which was not as brightly lit as the other areas of the dining hall.
"Stay here," he said, "I will take care of bringing our dinner and drinks to our table."
He had walked away before I could tell him what kind of drink I wanted. I hoped that he would not choose to bring any wine because I was such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.
Sure enough, when he came back with our food and drinks, he placed a tall glass of red wine beside my plate.
"What is this drink?" I asked him, careful not to show any anxiety in my voice.
"It's red zinfandel," he replied, "you will like it. It's one of the finest of all red wine varieties."
I saw him take a sip from his glass and I did the same. He was right. It tasted good.
I cut into my meat, making sure to have a lot of food into my stomach before drinking the rest of my alcohol.
The wine tasted so good that before I knew it, I had finished up the whole glass. I ignored the buzzed feeling and said yes to Mew when he offered to bring me a second glass to our table.
