*Shelby.*
Michael stared at me for a long time after I said that I would be leaving when we got to port the next day. Or at least I hoped I would be. I didn't even know where we would be, let alone if there was an airport or a ticket home I could afford.
“I would really hate to see you go, Shelby," he said with a serious look on his face.
“I think it's for the best," I answered softly.
“The best for you?" he asked. I stayed quiet for a long time. Was I deciding what was best for me and/or running from my problems?
“I don't know...." I answered truthfully.
I took another small sip of the wine Michael had poured me and watched the liquid as I swirled it around in my glass.
“You know wine always tastes better in the sauna," Michael said, watching me.
I turned to him, “That does soun
