Trapped In Lace

"Hey, how old are you?" Johnny asked. It was probably because of the alcohol that he became bolder. As he faced the woman in front of her, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed with curiosity.

"Why did you ask?" Rachel asked.

He shrugged. "I'm just curious. You're really young."

In fact, she was far from being the hottest woman in the yacht. She didn't have that much of an enchanting face. At the sight of Rachel, Johnny couldn't help but wonder what Jack saw in her.

"I'm twenty-four."

"Twenty-four?" Johnny raised his eyebrows.

"So you're not that much older than me. How did the two of you meet?" He turned over to lean against the railing, glancing over at her with questioning eyes.

Rachel gazed into his eyes and pursed her lips.

"You ask so many questions, don't you?"

she commented, but she wasn't the slightest bit annoyed. Seeing this, Johnny became even more interested in her.

He looked down to see that Jack was standing there with his friends. A smile slid into his lips. "Come on, I'm just curious."

"Well, we grew up together." Rachel made no secret about it as she shrugged. "We knew each other ever since we were children."

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "Wow, so you're practically childhood sweethearts."

Given the way that they stared into each other eyes, he could tell that they truly did fell in love with each

s a room they could rest in at the back. She was so exhausted that she walked back first.

Other people were still obsessed in their games. Some of them were playing cards while the others were throwing their dice.

They had four hours left till sunrise. When Rachel stood up and left, Jack's gaze followed her. He pulled Michael over and gave his set of cards to him.

"What are you doing?" Michael furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Michael followed his friend's gaze. When he saw what was happening, he teased, "Oh, she must be angry. You better comfort her."

Jack pretended to be confused. "What are you talking about? We're good."

Michael burst into laughter and patted Jack's shoulder. Without another word, the man turned back to his set of cards.

The other three men on the table laughed. "Jack must be so whipped."

Michael snorted with a grin.

Rachel was walking back to the room when Jack quickly caught up to her.

She yawned.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

She yawned again and shook her head. A smile tugged across her lips. "No, I'm just sleepy."

As the ship moved with the waves, Jack reached out to hold her hand. His thumb grazed across her skin.

Feeling her warmth against him, he smiled. "I'm a little sleepy too. Why don't we go back and get some rest?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to play cards with them?"

"No."