Gracefully rising to his feet in front of her, Eshe catches a glimpse of the hardening bulge between his legs before he turns his back to her. Adjusting himself quickly, he heads to the window as the motor goes silent. Quickly standing and clearing her throat, she joins him at his side to follow his gaze.
“What's wrong?" She looks around, unable to spot anything worth ruining their moment.
“Nothing, except that my ride is here," he rakes his fingers through his wavy hair to comb it back out of his face.
“Please, enjoy your meal and the remaining cruise around the pier," he takes her hands in his. “The chef will pack up anything you'd like to take home with you," he gestures to the buffet table.
“Zeke will be waiting for you when you dock," glancing down briefly, he recaptures her g
