Abby
I step onto deck eight, my heart pounding with anticipation. This is it. I"d worked up the courage to sneak away and meet a boy I barely know—a boy with green eyes who captivates me.
Not that it was difficult to sneak out—Roger is who-knows-where, meeting Blake to come up with some sort of “plan.”
The thumping music from the nightclub reverberates through the still air as I make my way across the ship. The salt-infused ocean breeze fills me with energy, pushing aside the doubts that threaten to steal away my nerves.
When I reach the brightly lit club, he"s already there—at the bar, nursing a drink. Our eyes lock, and my heart leaps wildly. He smiles, and something inside me shifts and changes. A spark of possibility, an awakening of my own desires, fills me like never before.
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