The Atlantic sun beamed through the thin curtains, a faint hum of the cruise ship's engine thrummed through the room. A suitcase laid opened, with clothes haphazardly thrown into it after a shower that washed ocean brine down the drain.

Wrinkled sheets were draped over the full-sized bed tucked in the corner of the cabin. Your bikini was tied to the lounge chairs to prevent the winds from snatching it away in the night.

You and Vince were on a long-anticipated vacation, intending to squeeze the most out of your 2 weeks paid leave by spending it on an Atlantic cruise on its way to the

Vince was the first to wake up, his sleep schedule meticulously made not ot be broken. Turning around in bed, he laid there for a solid 5 minutes before you started to stir.

"Mmm...'morning, honey." He murmured, his morning voice raspy and low. "How did you sleep? Sore at all?" A small smile graced his lips.