Ttttttt...
Casey gasped when she heard the honk of the super yacht she was currently riding. She glanced at Nathan who had not yet woken up and was about to get out of bed but suddenly her husband grabbed her wrist.
"Don't go," Nathan shouted, slowly opening his eyes.
"But it looks like the ship has pulled over to the dock. That means people are going to get off," Casey said angrily, clutching the blanket to cover her bare chest.
"If they're going to get off this ship, just let them go because they have to go back to San Francisco on a plane that was booked by father," Nathan said, pulling Casey back down onto her back using his arms to support her head. "We don't need to come down because we're going on a trip for a few weeks."
"Does that mean we'll be on this ship all the time?" Casey asked, looking up at Nathan who was still sleepy.
