Not even an hour after arriving at the venue of the party, Winter found herself in an ill-lit, empty terrace with Marcellus, trapped in quite a position.
"M-Marcellus, wait..." she said breathlessly, panting for air.
"We shouldn't be doing this. People are going to-"
"I don't care…" he cut her off, voice low and smoky.
"Just let them see."
At the moment, her boyfriend is making out with her in a dim, hidden corner that they claimed somewhere around the cruise ship's banquet hall. Their public display of affection earlier was just not enough, and since his uncle hasn't arrived yet, he had more free time to spare. Instead of going around the place and greeting the guests, he decided to use it all on his girlfriend.
Marcellus had dragged her away from the crowd. With how endeared and smitten he was with Winter the whole time, he felt stimulated to go further - to do something more intimate than hugging and holding each other's hand.
