Chapter 8

Natasha

My head is spinning, tripping as I squint up at the sun. I have eaten nothing, and I'm paying the price for drinking rum by puking over the side of the boat. Fuck alcohol, and screw God for creating this delicious liquid, toxic in the first place.

What is the point if you're going to end up hungover?

I only get to dry my mouth on the back of my hand before my knees buckle, and I once again empty my stomach. "Ugh..."

There is a bitter taste inside my mouth after I've royally vomited, and I grow dizzy when the entire boat sways from side to side like a fucking carousel. A head emerges from the ocean, and my little ship almost topples over.

"Ew!" Hayden exclaims in disgust, and water drips down from his massive torso when he stretches out in the sun like some newly risen water god. "You did not just puke all over my fucking hair!"

I lie down on my back and laugh at his expression. The sun is blocked out, and life would be pretty g