TOO CUTE TO HANDLE
Giving each other a fist bump, the three uncannily smile as they caught Clay unexpectedly and amidst his knowledge.
“DAMN!” Sky screams, rigidly closing his eyes fretting to the world, as he fumes his disappointment at the vast blue ocean standing at the edge of the cruise ship's upper deck. Making sure no one could hear him, he took the safest place in somewhat a small secluded open room where no one is around and would come by that time. Scratching his head out of irritation, his still flushed red face and fast-beating heart is still ranging havoc to his almost dizzy thoughts. With Clay’s face flooding his mind right now, he somewhat wanted to jump out of the ship and drown himself in the