Married to the Bad Boy

23

I was exhausted.

I turned around in my bed, sighing as I tried to find a more comfortable side to sleep on. I had crashed the moment my head had hit the pillow, but the thunderstorms three hours later woke me up.

I wasn't scared of them, but my stomach didn't like the way the waves crashed and rocked the boat, which made me stay up trying not to vomit till the rain finally stopped. By then the sun was already rising in the distance, and I had no idea how many hours of sleep I did get. 

I could hear the slighted sound of footsteps, and I rolled around, opening my eyes. 

I wasn't sure what time it was, but the bright sun made it seem like I had slept in, which meant that it was definitely odd that Sterling was walking out of the bathroom, running a towel through his hair.

What was he still doing here? Did he sleep in too?

He turned around, bending to grab clothes from his suitcase, the towel around his waist, hanging dangerously loose. I turned around and closed my eyes, trying to get back to sleep when I heard him mutter something.

I tried ignoring his voice, trying to sleep but I couldn't.

I turned back around, "What are you saying?" I asked, laying on my side, my head on the pillow.

Sterling looked up, more dressed from his attire before, at least now his bottom half was dressed and there was no risk of him flashing me. Surprisingly, the towel was hung on the back of the chair rather than crumpled on the ground like I had expected.

"I can't find my shirt." he said, barely casting me a look as he turned his suitcase upside down.

"Shirt?" I asked, leaning up on one elbow to look at him, "What shirt?"

"My red one." He said, "It's got a black underside to it."

I held back a yawn, stretching my legs out from under the blanket, "Red." I said sitting up, "Just wear something else." I suggested.

Sterling looked up, his face almost like childlike, like you denied a toddler a chocolate treat, his lips almost in a pout, "But I wanted to wear that one. I packed it just for tonight." he stood up, his grey eyes tearing away from me and into the suitcase, raising his hands on his hips tilting his head back as he closed his eyes.

"I really thought I packed it." he said after a few minutes turning around.

"What's tonight?" I asked, only registering what he had said.

"Do you want to come?" He asked, surprised as he turned to look at me, "same venue as last night."

I grumbled, "No thanks." I said now realising that someone had mentioned some form of event. I had no intention to go back into that area of the cruise, I was desperate last night but tonight I was going to make sure I took the keycard everywhere. 

Sterling turned around, bending as he chucked things out of the suitcase and onto his unmade bed. "It must have grown legs and walked."

"A shirt?" I asked skeptical, "Did you take it with you in the bathroom?"

"No, that was a different shirt." he said shaking his head. 

"Yes...must have." Sterling said shaking his head. He grabbed an ironed shirt, that was now slightly crumpled from his man handling and shrugged it on, letting it hang open as he walked around the room. 

He stopped at the table, grabbing a glass of what looked like fresh orange juice, staring out into the ocean as he lifted his head, pretty much chugging the drink like it was beer.