Another rumble shook the ship, and she shivered, pulling the blanket all the way over her head like a little turtle hiding from the world.
She could still hear it though — the ocean, the wind, the way the metal beams of the cruise ship creaked now and then as if they too were afraid.
How can he stand this? she thought, picturing Leonardo's cold face, the way he'd stood there earlier — calm as stone, towel slung low on his hips, looking like nothing in the world could touch him.
But she… she wasn't like that. She hated storms. She hated loud noises that reminded her of too many nights from before nights she didn't want to remember.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She sniffled.
"Just… please stop…" she murmured to the storm, her tiny voice trembling under the blanket as the thunder cracked again overhead.
