Sharing a room seemed like such a natural next step, but they were taking it slow and there were too many implications and assumptions about sharing a room. A part of her thought that maybe they could do as before and just share a bed for sleep, but Cori knew that too much of that would make her want more and more was a bit dangerous just now.

Something had happened in the crisis on the ship that she was still processing, and thus as she rested her arms on the balcony of her and Royal’s adjoining rooms, Cori was lost in thought. Her raven hair fluttered in the breeze, along with the sheer tropical patterned sarong tied around her hips. The vibrant sapphire bathing suit hung from her neck with a halter tie, forming a deep plunging neckline that with her smaller chest was not so reavling but still enticing. The one-piece suit had a flareout at her hips that also fluttered in the breeze.

In her right hand was a fruity drink that she took a sip of as she waited for Royal to arrive. She wasn’t sure which door he would knock on or exactly how this vacation time would go, but she was happy to spend any time with him, especially since they could have a bit more privacy here than on the ship. Sort of. A lot of the crew was milling about places and she had no intention of hiding out here the entire time.

~Corinne Dalton