MasukW͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟“I'm going to miss this." I turn my eyes towards Blake, unable to stop myself. "Miss what?” I wrap my arms around my knees a little tighter and watch him for a moment. He's this strange combination of sexy as hell and cute. A bathrobe is wrapped loosely around him, his hair damp from his shower.A shower that he took alone. I didn't even push to get into it with him. I think we're both pretty satisfied at the moment. Surprises the hell out of me. I've been freaking insatiable the whole trip but maybe the romance of the day and the sex we had last night made a difference. He moves towards the window but without his normal swagger. “This.” He settles onto the carpet beside me, joining me in my casual search of the night sky.I’ve completely opened up the curtains, making sure to turn off all the lights in the living room so we can get the best view of the sea. The only bit of light in the room is what’s gently glowing from around the nearly shut bedroom door.“All of th
B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟It’s too much. Another firework shoots into the sky, glowing embers seeming to rain down on us.Maybe I should stop touching her so much. But she makes it so hard. Irresistible. The sky is completely lit up with a spectrum of the most electric colors. I haven’t seen fireworks since I was about ten and I don’t remember them ever being so…Vibrant. They’re almost as vibrant as Winter’s personality. Bright and glimmering, like a cascade of shooting stars. She’s trying to count them as they escape their prisons in a frenzy, hitting the sky with all the intensity of a fireball. I think she got to 21 before she lost count.“Did you keep count?” she breathes, her eyes never leaving the sky. Her hands are still on my outspread fingers, her fingertips barely nestled in between them as she watches the sky with awe.Her touch is making it hard to focus on the series of lights bursting in the darkness. My eyes follow their path before they burst into millions of little spots in my
W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ “Good for you, princess?”Blake has somehow gotten a little space where we’d get an amazing view of the fireworks. We’re on an upper deck, close to the place where he touched me…I blush at the memory. I don’t think it was necessarily the voyeurism part. I think it’s more of the knowledge that he won’t hold back, no matter where we are. That control is sexy as hell.He did tell me he’ll take me where he wants, whenever he wants, however he wants. I shudder in his arms, even as we settle into a comfortable position on the railing.“Are you cold? Winter?” He’s concerned about my comfort. It’s really sweet. It makes me feel even worse about our previous conversation at the restaurant. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” I don’t know if I should tell him. He might just try it again, which, considering how many more people are here than were that day up in the whatever it’s called, it would be humiliating.Or hot. Maybe it would just be hot but it’s probably better that we don’t. I kno
B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I reach out a hand and motion for Winter to take it.The rest of the meal went swimmingly, each course better than the preceding one. We’d had creme brulee for the final course. The cream had settled on her upper lip at one point, making me want to swipe it off with my finger and thrusting it between her lips. I wanted her to suck it, to suck my finger like she’d sucked my cock that night she swallowed my cum.No, Blake, just enjoy time with your girl.Yeah, that’s what I needed to do. This is our final night alone on this ship. God only knows what will happen once we get back to the real world. Winter gives me her hand, smiling weakly as she carefully balances herself on her stilettos. She rises up, elegant even as she struggles a bit.“Whoah, hey…” I wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her upright, in spite of her attempts to hold herself up.Is she drunk again? I tighten my grip slightly, wanting her to melt into me. She rests a hand on my chest as she takes a wobbly
W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ Blake stares at his hands, seemingly drained by our conversation. I suppose it’s a lot to take in. I’ve seen stuff on TV that makes it seem like what he’s saying is feasible but it’s hard to think about it being a real thing.I don’t understand how someone can live this life where everything is fake. Political connections are not something that should be considered in friendships.The business point of view I can see since there are business relationships that also need to be upkept when you’re in a partnership. Business is business. Politics is politics but to have to live like that with every relationship that you have must be exhausting.Blake seems to shake himself free of the heavy cloud hanging over him. “Well, that was unnecessarily heavy.” He forces a chuckle before his charm pops back up. He signals the waiter, his calm demeanor a complete contrast to our conversation.I blink at him, wondering how he just drops back into his default mode of "everything is fine
W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ Well, you’re an idiot.Really, Winter. You suck.Chameleon? Negative. Negative all the way.He probably thinks I’m loco, which, technically, I am. I have the paperwork to prove it.Isn’t calling him a chameleon telling him that he’s fake? He’s not fake. Not as far as I can tell. I’m telling him he’s down to earth and then saying he’s fake. What the fuck is wrong with me?!I pick at the salad in front of me. It’s some kind of mesclun green, dark purple and green. Frisee lettuce, baby spinach. Candied nuts. Blue cheese. Balsamic glaze.Fancy salad. The kind that I love but my appetite has taken a sudden hit by the foolishness of my own words.He’s going back and forth between eating his salad and studying me like I’m an animal in a zoo. Maybe he’s wondering what is going on through my head.I pause, my fork halfway to my lips, a single drop of balsamic glaze dripping onto the plate below.Scratch that. He’s definitely wondering what’s going on in my head. A larger portio







