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Copter's POV

My heart was racing as I approached Mew. He was the most gorgeous and finest specimen of mankind that I had ever had the fortune of meeting.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

I noticed some strands of his hair being blown by the sea breeze. I did not realize that my mouth was slightly open as I approached him, mesmerized.

He held out his hand to me as I neared him and I took it, savoring the feel of his skin on mine. I knew I was going to have two shipboard romances on this liner. My only dilemma was which of the two shipboard romances to turn into a real one.

"Your hands are cold," Mew remarked, placing his other hand on top of mine and rubbing it gently to infuse some warmth into it.

What Mew didn't know was that the cold in my hand was due to mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness, excitement at his nearness and nervousness as to how this evening was going to end.

"Have you had any dinner yet?" I asked Mew.

"Nope," he replied, "would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Certainly!" I hoped that my voice didn't sound too excited as I let him lead me out of the open deck and into the dining hall, all the while not letting go of my hand and I was happy to keep my hand in his.

The white board just outside the dining hall announced the main course to be: Grilled Quail with Mango and Arugula. That sounded really fancy and I was eager to fill myself up on it.

I let Mew lead me to an empty table at the very corner of the dining hall which was not as brightly lit as the other areas of the dining hall.

"Stay here," he said, "I will take care of bringing our dinner and drinks to our table."

He had walked away before I could tell him what kind of drink I wanted. I hoped that he would not choose to bring any wine because I was such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.

Sure enough, when he came back with our food and drinks, he placed a tall glass of red wine beside my plate.

"What is this drink?" I asked him, careful not to show any anxiety in my voice.

"It's red zinfandel," he replied, "you will like it. It's one of the finest of all red wine varieties."

I saw him take a sip from his glass and I did the same. He was right. It tasted good.

I cut into my meat, making sure to have a lot of food into my stomach before drinking the rest of my alcohol.

The wine tasted so good that before I knew it, I had finished up the whole glass. I ignored the buzzed feeling and said yes to Mew when he offered to bring me a second glass to our table.

By the time we finished dinner, I was all giggly and talkative, which is my usual reaction when alcohol has made its way through my system.

"Where do you wish to go from here?" Mew asked before we stood from our table.

"I think he would wish to come and spend the night in my cabin," I heard a voice from behind me.

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"P'Kim!"

Mew stood up in a confrontational manner.

"I... I.. Mew, I can explain," I started to say, when P"Kim interrupted in an ice cold voice, "So you feel that you owe him and not me an explanation?"

"P'Kim, please listen," I started to say again and P'Kim stood there, staring coldly at me, waiting for me to say something more, but my alcohol brain just would not let me come up with something good and acceptable to say to him.

After an awkward silence, P'Kim finally said, "Save all the shitty excuses that you are trying to formulate in that slutty brain of yours. You are free to do whatever you want from now on. I won't get in your way."

And with those final words, he turned his back on me and made his way out of the dining hall.

"Cop," Mew was talking to me, his face looking grim, "are you in a relationship with that guy?"

"No, no, no," I hurriedly said and cursed myself at the same time because suddenly for some reason my tears started to fall and I didn't know why.

Mew hurriedly went behind me and helped me to get up from my chair.

I almost stumbled into his arms before I could even take my first step. I was well and truly drunk but through my fuzzy brain, I knew that I was crying because I did not want to lose my P'Kim.

I let Mew support me as we walked towards the foyer. I leaned heavily on him as he pressed the service button for an elevator.

When the elevator came and its doors opened, he was practically dragging me inside it.

"What is the number of your cabin?" he asked, his finger hovering over the set of buttons with the corresponding numbers of decks.

"Tweeshsheeshks......." my tongue seemed too swollen to let any proper sound come out of my mouth.

In frustration, I vaguely saw Mew punching a button.

When the doors opened, he almost carried me out of the elevator and out into the foyer of the deck into which it opened.

I wanted to ask "where are you taking me?" when we rounded a corner that led into a corridor but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth.

We stopped in front of the door of what I assumed to be his cabin.

He gently led me inside after he had unlocked the door. My brain was too foggy to really make out what was happening.

The moment my body hit the bed I was totally passed out.

When I woke up, the brightness of the room made my dull headache escalate into a throbbing excruciating pain.

I looked around in a panic. I was alone in someone else's cabin.

And then I remembered that I had been with Mew last night and that he had brought me to his cabin.

I felt my chest and whole body. I was still in the clothes that I had worn last night.

Nothing had happened between Mew and me last night. I was sure of it. Mew looked like a decent person who would not take advantage of a passed out drunk guy like me.

I tried to sit up and felt the throbbing pain increase.

The door opened and Mew walked in carrying a styropore bowl.

"I hope you didn't panic when you woke up all alone," he said as he set the bowl on the small bedside table.

"Actually I did," I confessed, "especially when I realized that I was not in my own cabin."

"I brought you a bowl of hot ramen noodles," he said, "take it, it will help to ease you out of your hangover."

"How did you manage to get hold of it?" I was curious. "Did you talk to the sous chef and asked him to make you some?'

"No," Mew replied, "the vending machine sells styropore bowls of ramen and then it has a second dispenser where you can push a button for hot water to get the ramen cooked in three minutes."

As he was speaking he was handing me a white plastic fork which I took to twist some of the ramen around it and blew into it before putting it into my mouth.

"Thank you for this," I said belatedly as I took a second forkful of ramen from the bowl.

"Of course," he replied. "While you're finishing that, I'm gonna go and take a quick shower."

I tried not to stare at his body as he unbuttoned his shirt and eased the clothing off his broad back.

I almost choked on my ramen when he removed his jeans and stood in his tight briefs, the fabric defining clearly the shape of his gorgeous buns.

"Forgive me, P'Kim, but I am going to sin against you this morning," I said over and over silently as I stood up from my bed and caught Mew's arm.

He turned to face me with a questioning look.

"Can I take a shower with you?" I was not even sure if that was my voice that I could hear talking and it seemed to echo around the four walls of Mew's cabin.