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Roberta awoke to the joyous shouts of “Land, ho!” from the upper deck. She sat up from her makeshift bed on the floor and glanced at Dominic’s bed. It was empty, and the sheets were a mess. She sighed and with a rueful chuckle started to fix the bed. The sheets were still warm, and the lingering hint of where his body had been made her own body hum in response.
Last night she had almost asked him to take her. It had been there on the tip of her tongue. She had tasted such pain, such hurt upon his lips and felt the strong pirate almost tremble as he kissed her like they would not live to see the dawn. The dark pools of his eyes had revealed some of the secrets he held. The cold, dominating captain she thought she knew had vanished, replaced by a man she wanted to understand. A man she
