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“Mmm, you’ve had a drink.”

“Oh, yeah. I just grabbed one on my way back.”

“You taste good.” He rubs his body against mine. “And now I guess your hoodie will smell like me? Was that the plan?”

“Yep. That’s the plan.” I say, laying my hoodie over his suitcase. “And now it’s going to soak up your smell and then I’ll never wash it.”

He laughs again. “Sounds like a plan. You about ready to party one last time?”

One last time.

I don’t even want to think about it.

“Yeah, give me three minutes to change and I’m ready.”

* * *

“Shit, Ade. I’m coming. Fuuuck I’m gonna come so hard.”

My legs wrapped around his waist, he thrusts into me once, twice, three more times and then explodes inside me, his body shaking, his face buried in my neck. I can tell he doesn’t want to smother me with his body weight, but I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him to me while he comes down from his high.

“Aris…” I’m panting and my voice is hoarse. “That was…”

“Out of this world, Ade,” he breathes against me.

Whatever it was we just did, it’s never felt like this before. Tears spring to my eyes and my emotions overcome me.

And I can’t control them.

Aris hears my sniffle and feels my body tremble. He tries to lift up so he can see my face, but I squeeze myself to him tightly, refusing to let go.

I just want to soak him in.

I want to feel him.

Because whatever we just did it wasn’t just a simple carnal fuck, a lust between two horny adults. It was so much more than that. It was passion. It was fire. It was need. It was fear. It was loss. It was a promise.

It was love.

And I don’t know what to do with that now, because in a few short hours, we’ll wake up and disembark from this ship, from this dream, and we’ll go our separate ways.

Like two people who never met.

Who lead two completely different lives.

In two different corners of the country.

“Hey,” he croons softly, wrapping his arms around me and rolling until we’re laying side by side. He sweeps my hair off my face and runs his thumb down my wet cheek. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m sorry,” I cry, motioning to the endless tears streaking my face. “I can’t seem to control my emotions.”

“What are you thinking about in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I think I’m really going to miss you, Aris.”

His expression looks pained. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Ade. We can work something out, I’m sure of it.”

I don’t know if he’s being honest or not. I want to think the way he just treated me, my body, the way he worshipped me has to mean his feelings are genuine, but I can’t stop that tiny little voice in my head that asks, what if Aiden and Adam are right and this is truly just the way Aris McElfry is? What if he wines and dines and woos every woman he’s with and then walks away like it never happened?

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