Two days later,
('The morning of 31st December')
Neva lay aroused on her back, her eyes devoid of consciousness peering at nowhere. Her right palm lay by the side of her head, the other flat on her stomach, her knees folded and thighs clasped.
She listens to the soothing susurration of the ocean waves, yet her mind remains distant; elsewhere.
The light noise of a door being opened resounds in their cabin.
Rhett walks out the door, drying with a towel his moist hair, standing in her line of sight, freshly showered and dressed.
Rhett places the towel on a sofa and approaches her. He bents down and leaves a dewy smooch on her forehead, making Neva veil her eyes.
His sweet gesture as long for three serene heart beats, he parts away and threads the eyes.
He's aware, something's bothering her.
Nevertheless, he smiles, kneeling down on the floor. His fingers grazes the side of her face.
"What do you want for breakfast?" He asks, keeping still the attachment of their eyes.
"I'll take anything." Neva answers, a faint smile lining her lips.
It has been three days since their voyage on the cruise. The first morning, he had allowed her to go out for breakfast, a little peering around, the day she met Noah. The same night she snuck out alone, roaming around on the ship's deck.
Her fiance did not permit her to take a single step out the cabin. Afraid of Raka to seize a clue about their whereabouts.
That abhorable man could have his man disguised anywhere out there. The cruise could be wiretapped, the video serveillances hacked. Untill now, being vigilant at all times had him survive in his job as a secret Agent.
So he never shuts off his brain even in sleep.
Rhett refuses to take a risk.
He stands up, "Alright, I'll order room service."
He walks towards the telephone kept on the nightstand, provided by the cruise for room service and receptions.
Neva sits up, her luscious, dark wavy hair flowing down her waist, a little disarranged, nevertheless, pleasing to the eyes.
Through the window on her left, her orbs trails away to peer out at the azure ocean.
"You should freshen up as well Angel." Rhett apprises, he had finished ordering food. He rests himself on the bed, beside Neva.
Neva hums in response, glancing at Rhett.
"What's wrong?" He asks, tugging Neva's hair out of her alluring features. She dazedly, with her big eyes, blinks her eyes at him.
Rhett chuckles, his hands wandering to caress her cheeks. Nev closes her eyes, leaning on the warmth of him.
"I don't feel well Rhett,'' Neva's beautiful eyes draws a string to his, sinking her teeth on her lower lips.
Rhett gently embraces her.
"It'll all be over soon." He pecks the crown of her small head. Neva wraps her arms around him, her fists clenching his shirt.
She was depressed.
"Will we ever come back to our home?" Neva mumbles out. Rhett sighs heavily, he's unknown to the answer.
"No matter what, we will forever be with each other." He smiles, the way a smile lifts the eyes, unveiling the blinds of the windows, the revered thread of his soul and her soul.
The thread that had been attached securely is the sacred verity—of them belonging to each other.
And the belongingness they feel is an augury of 'heaven'; of her being made for him; and him for her.
"Wherever we go, we will always be home."
The melodic affirmations that he words out with purity has Neva's orbs to twinkle and mellow.
"Our families, our friends, will he harm them?" Neva asks, seperating herself from him.
Her eyes anxious, he knows, and shares the feelings in her heart.
"They'll be fine Neva. Don't worry." He assures her.
Neva deeply breathes in and exhales.
"Do you know Ishmael? Why does he look like you?" Neva, by and by inquires the lingering question pestering her more than enough.
And she had already predicted his reaction, he's irritated.
His eyes loses it's radiance, the muscles in his jaw contracting.
Neva amused, awaits a response.
"We don't look a lot alike—but I don't have a single idea why we do look slightly alike." Rhett shrugs, pressing some words—making sure she gets the point.
"I thought you might be twins or something." Neva purses her lips at her own reasoning. They do look almost completely alike in her eyes, but perfectly different through her soul.
But she doesn't tell him, for she knows he'll hate being compared to him anyway.
Rhett scoffs at such ridiculous thought. "Really?"
"Mmhm." Neva responds.
The literal idea of them being brothers was enough to rip his own heart out in disgust. But, he laughs lightly; because it's her and her kaleidoscope mind, he's deep fascinated with.
"If it was true, I would kill to be back in m time, and strangle him to death in the womb—" "Shh... Rhett." Neva instantly places her fore finger on his lips. "You talk horribly!"
Pulling down her finger, he feathers her lips with a kiss. "Are you disturbed by the day when we were chased?"
Neva quiets down for a moment. "It feels like a nightmare to me. It still hasn't sinked down my chest."
She searches his coffee coloured iris. "Am I heartless? Because I feel barely any sympathy for them?"
He smiles softly at her. "No, you are not. Battles and wars happen everytime.
Why mourn an enemy? Who wouldn't shed a tear—selfishly slaying thousands of innocents."
"Some deaths comes as a blessing to the world."
"You abide by that moral to stand by your job, don't you?" Neva asks, smiling softly at him.
Rhett shallowly returns a smile. Of course, his Neva sees through his heart.
"I do." He answers.
Neva holds his hands, bringing to her cheek, leaning to the warmth of his palm.
"I admire you Rhett." She confesses, and his eyes beams.
"Thank you. For accepting this mess of me." Rhett says, kissing her forehead—and briefly down on each of her closed lids.
They smile at each other, eyes mirroring love threaded to each other.
"Alright now," Rhett interrupts, before he could just consume the adorable fiancee.
Before he feds up Neva by his overwhelming, obsessive love. "Go freshen up." Rhett declares, pulling Neva up with him.
Neva whines, livelier now, which makes him smile.
A thought once more blows over Neva, pushed by Rhett towards the washroom, she looks at him over her shoulder.
"I have another question. What does Ishmael do?"
Rhett frowns, he pokes the inner of his cheek with his tongue, her constant quizzes regarding Ishmael angering him.
Ridiculous! He was now his rival at love.
His arms slides down from her shoulders, down to caress the sides of her waist.
They were close enough to hear each other's heart beating—yet Rhett closens even more, as if to merge their frame as one.
Her back morphed with his chest, absorbing warmth from each one's. His breath breezes the strands of hairs lacing over her ear, heating and melting the blushing Neva.
"One more mention about him. And I swear on you, I will make love to you here and now." He bites her scapha, causing shivers storm down Neva's spine.
"And I promise, I won't stop—not until the New year's Eve." He whispers in her ear. Her eyes rounds, her heart picking up pace.
Neva's features ripened up so scarlet.
"Never!!" She abruptly forces away from his unbreathable romantic cage, rushing away with the wet towel placed in the sofa.
Rhett chuckles dazedly, the glimpse of his Neva's shy and cute disappearing frame, sweetening his heart.