AVERY
Three glasses of wine and a full stomach later, we head out to the front of the yacht for some fresh air. We snuggle up on a love seat as a shiver rushes through my body at the fresh cool air. Daniel places his jacket over my shoulders and I thank him with a kiss on the cheek.
“I hope you saved room for dessert.” He mutters in my ear.
“Gosh I don’t think I can eat another bite!” I exclaim. “Thank you again, this has been such a perfect night.”
“You’re very welcome Avery but the night’s not over yet.”
I can’t help but wonder if he means something else by that comment and before I can open my mouth to say anything else, my stomach lurches. I bolt upright, out of his embrace.
“Avery, are you okay?”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” I throw a hand over my mouth.
I rush through the
