Page 165 of Marks of Rebellion

She arches her eyebrows.

"Yesterday at this time—"

"And right now, I'm fine. We're on a cruise ship. Let's go live."

More silence.

"Kiss me then go shower and put on your trunks."

She does seem healthier today.

"You don't want to kiss me?"

"That's never a question."

"Then what are you waiting for? And make sure it's good," she teases.

I lean down, and we kiss for several minutes.

"How's that?" I murmur.

She smirks. "I give it a nine out of ten. You'll have to keep trying all day to get to a ten."

"Deal."

"Now, go shower. The day isn't getting any younger."

I sigh. "All right. But we aren't leaving until we're docked and people have had time to get off this boat."

"We are docked."

I turn to see the boat isn't moving. "Oh. I didn't notice we stopped moving."

"Shower," she chirps and points to the bathroom. "I'm going to have some coffee and breakfast out here. If you hurry, I'll share my fry jacks with you."

"Well, that's a sacrifice."

She smiles. "Yep. So you better get a move on it."

I hesitantly leave her and get into the shower. When I come out, music plays, and she's sitting on the balcony.

She looks so happy.

I throw on my trunks and head out on the balcony. A loud beep breaks through the music, and she jumps.

That's why we shouldn't go.

"Attention all guests. You may now leave the ship for your onshore excursions. Please return to the boat no later than six p.m."

The music returns, and I sit down.

She hands me a cup of coffee and holds her fry jack to my mouth. "Eat."

I take a bite then wash it down with coffee. "I think I'm getting addicted to these things."

"Good, huh?"

"Mm-hmm."