Fourteen: An Afterthought

He hits the shower in his room washing away all the sea breeze from his hair. Flashes of memories from the night before ran through his mind. They were showering together with her back against the wall, he hovered over her, kissing her under the trickling water. Her breath was in his ear sighing in pleasure when he lifts her up and pushed through her.

He scrubs his hair with shampoo. She had become the only thing occupying his mind for the last few days, it wasn't an exaggeration when he told her it scared him. It has always been his weakness, when he fell, he fell hard and he never fell this hard for someone he barely knew.

His male ego wanted to pursue it, he had to have her, and he wanted more. What was he to her? A nice lay for a few days while enjoying her luxury cruise? He saw how people noticed them as soon as they got back on the ship, an odd couple, not because of their age. He knew her concern about his age but what was more concerning was actually their social status, she