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Authors: Madeleine Urban ; Abigail Roux
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bed. The entire ship was decorated in similar fashion. Much of the crew wore red Santa hats and ridiculous smiles. Christmas trees in pots and sprigs of mistletoe and white twinkle lights bedecked every area of the ship.
Zane had been sort of shocked to find that Ty loved the holiday theme. He’d complained all morning about missing Christmas with his family, but he’d been distracted by the luxurious appointments they’d found when they entered the cabin.
“Well, it’s better than the berth on the last cruise I took,” Ty told Zane with a slight smirk as he turned to face him.
Zane chuckled. “Bunks aboard an LST?” he joked.
“We had to share, sleep in shifts,” Ty answered wryly. He waved at the cabin full of ebony wood and Persian rugs on the floor. His eyes were shining as he moved toward Zane. “Now I get an upgrade, and I still have to share a bed. A freaking round one.”
“If you’re uncomfortable, there’s plenty of room on that huge couch to stretch out,” Zane teased, turning to face him with one hand on his hip. Ty looked so strange with that blond hair, but Zane was seeing past it now. He focused on how Ty moved, on the color of his eyes, the timbre of his voice, and how it all still made his pulse speed up a little.
“You’d cry if I really did that,” Ty told him with a laugh. He turned away from Zane again, heading for the light streaming through the balcony doors.
“Well, pout maybe,” Zane drawled, following along behind him through the stateroom. It was almost the same size as his apartment, actually. He shook his head over the extravagance. While certainly entertaining to have one of the largest staterooms on the entire cruise ship, it was a hell of a waste of money when all they’d be doing was sleeping there. But it wasn’t their money, so Zane shrugged it off.
“If you’re over four, you’re not allowed to pout,” Ty claimed absently. He pushed through the double glass doors that led to their private balcony and let in a rush of cold ocean air. It was the middle of December on the eastern seaboard. It was cold. But Ty inhaled deeply, putting his head back and smiling as he did so.
Zane leaned against the door frame and just watched. While the dark ocean was gorgeous in the crisp December air, it was Ty who held his attention. Zane didn’t even want a cigarette, which was a normal craving that hit him courtesy of fresh air and stress. Ty was distracting like that, diverting in thought, word, and deed for better or for worse, and that had made it easier for Zane to altogether quit smoking — again — a few weeks ago. Zane sighed silently. For better or for worse . Being “married” again was making him… sappy.
For a couple of months now, he’d been content to have Ty near, but Zane was waiting for Ty to get antsy. Ty wasn’t the type of guy you were supposed to get attached to, because Ty couldn’t, or wouldn’t, settle down. In fact, Zane was in awe of the fact that their fooling around was still holding Ty’s interest at all.
Ty must have sensed his eyes on him, and he turned to look over at Zane as his smile faded. “What?” he asked with a flop of his hand. “We’re not ten minutes into this, and you’ve already got that look like you left the stove on.”
Zane smiled slightly and shook his head, lifting one hand to absently rub at the new earring. “Just wondering what we’re in for.”
Ty met his eyes for a long moment, his expression telegraphing his desire to perhaps say something with sincerity. The look faded though, and Ty smiled slowly. “We’ll be in for the night,” he quipped suggestively.
Zane wondered what he’d been about to say, but what had come out was interesting enough. “There is room service,” Zane drawled. It was an all-inclusive high-dollar cruise ship program, so they could have literally anything they wanted, as long as it was available. They’d taken the five-cent tour upon their arrival and had a
Zane had been sort of shocked to find that Ty loved the holiday theme. He’d complained all morning about missing Christmas with his family, but he’d been distracted by the luxurious appointments they’d found when they entered the cabin.
“Well, it’s better than the berth on the last cruise I took,” Ty told Zane with a slight smirk as he turned to face him.
Zane chuckled. “Bunks aboard an LST?” he joked.
“We had to share, sleep in shifts,” Ty answered wryly. He waved at the cabin full of ebony wood and Persian rugs on the floor. His eyes were shining as he moved toward Zane. “Now I get an upgrade, and I still have to share a bed. A freaking round one.”
“If you’re uncomfortable, there’s plenty of room on that huge couch to stretch out,” Zane teased, turning to face him with one hand on his hip. Ty looked so strange with that blond hair, but Zane was seeing past it now. He focused on how Ty moved, on the color of his eyes, the timbre of his voice, and how it all still made his pulse speed up a little.
“You’d cry if I really did that,” Ty told him with a laugh. He turned away from Zane again, heading for the light streaming through the balcony doors.
“Well, pout maybe,” Zane drawled, following along behind him through the stateroom. It was almost the same size as his apartment, actually. He shook his head over the extravagance. While certainly entertaining to have one of the largest staterooms on the entire cruise ship, it was a hell of a waste of money when all they’d be doing was sleeping there. But it wasn’t their money, so Zane shrugged it off.
“If you’re over four, you’re not allowed to pout,” Ty claimed absently. He pushed through the double glass doors that led to their private balcony and let in a rush of cold ocean air. It was the middle of December on the eastern seaboard. It was cold. But Ty inhaled deeply, putting his head back and smiling as he did so.
Zane leaned against the door frame and just watched. While the dark ocean was gorgeous in the crisp December air, it was Ty who held his attention. Zane didn’t even want a cigarette, which was a normal craving that hit him courtesy of fresh air and stress. Ty was distracting like that, diverting in thought, word, and deed for better or for worse, and that had made it easier for Zane to altogether quit smoking — again — a few weeks ago. Zane sighed silently. For better or for worse . Being “married” again was making him… sappy.
For a couple of months now, he’d been content to have Ty near, but Zane was waiting for Ty to get antsy. Ty wasn’t the type of guy you were supposed to get attached to, because Ty couldn’t, or wouldn’t, settle down. In fact, Zane was in awe of the fact that their fooling around was still holding Ty’s interest at all.
Ty must have sensed his eyes on him, and he turned to look over at Zane as his smile faded. “What?” he asked with a flop of his hand. “We’re not ten minutes into this, and you’ve already got that look like you left the stove on.”
Zane smiled slightly and shook his head, lifting one hand to absently rub at the new earring. “Just wondering what we’re in for.”
Ty met his eyes for a long moment, his expression telegraphing his desire to perhaps say something with sincerity. The look faded though, and Ty smiled slowly. “We’ll be in for the night,” he quipped suggestively.
Zane wondered what he’d been about to say, but what had come out was interesting enough. “There is room service,” Zane drawled. It was an all-inclusive high-dollar cruise ship program, so they could have literally anything they wanted, as long as it was available. They’d taken the five-cent tour upon their arrival and had a
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