the name Melody, or at least told himself that he was well on the way to forgetting. He refused to be tortured by thoughts of her. It was clear that she wanted nothing to do with him and he would not spend his days pining over her. As the day slowly faded into dusk, so did her memory, until there was practically nothing left to remember.
CHAPTER 8 - PHILLIP
“So, what do you think?” Dan asked as the trio gathered at the pier. The ocean liner was a beautiful one, with three levels, and they stood there as they watched the other passengers board.
“She is a beauty,” Phillip said.
“That she is,” Matt chimed in, only now walking up to the two and hearing the last question Dan had asked. “How are you, Phil?” He asked as he slapped him on the shoulder.
Phillip turned to look at him. “About to get better.”
Just then Matt whistled as a group of girls made their way past them to join the line. One of the girls, a blonde, turned around and winked at him, and instantly he walked off behind her. Phillip and Dan couldn’t help being amused as they took up their bags and followed in his footsteps. They joined the slow moving procession as they filed onto the enormous cruise liner. Once on board, they checked their stubs once more for confirmation of their rooms. Phillip had paid handsomely, so they got three of the best suites on board. Phillip opened the door to his cabin, and saw a large bed with a plush rug next to it; a night table and a stool sat at the end of the bed. To his left he saw a bar area, and when he opened the small fridge he saw that it was already stocked with beer, wine, cheese, and an assortment of fruits and chocolate. Clearly they stocked this room with the idea that a man and a woman would be sharing the space.
Phillip tried to ignore that detail as he tossed his bag onto the chair to his right. He took one of the beers from the fridge and began swigging it instantly. The cold beverage tasted good going down as it counteracted the heat he’d just endured, and which had no doubt dehydrated his cells. At least now he was on board and would get a chance to relax. It was minutes after ten in the morning, and the vessel was expected to leave the dock at eleven. He would stay here until it did, never liking the feel of a large ship as it bobbed and weaved out of the harbor.
He went to lie on the bed and discovered that it was incredibly comfortable. He kicked off his shoes and relaxed onto the pillow, and before departure time, the rhythm of the ocean had already lulled him to sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he blinked a few times, wondering where he was, and then he remembered. He got up and freshened up in the small bathroom close to the entrance before changing off into a pair of shorts that caught him just below his knees, along with a white tee.
He ventured out of his room and to the main deck, where he saw the other passengers mingling. He greeted some of the familiar faces until he saw Dan over by the bar waving to him. He walked over and joined him in drinking a margarita. “Where is Matt?” Phillip asked as he looked around, and before he could answer, they spotted the raven haired man with two blondes now on his arm. He was laughing robustly and having a good time.
“That’s a man who knows how to have fun,” Dan said, and then sat there looking at Phillip, who now had his back against the bar counter and was resting his elbows back on the top, drink in one hand. “So, how about you?” He asked him.
“What about me? I’m here to relax,” Phillip answered.
“Come on, live a little. There is no woman in your life, so you should be having nothing but fun. Go and introduce yourself to one of these fine ladies. There goes one,” he indicated with his chin as a woman walked by, sporting nothing but a bikini and a tattoo on her hip. She glanced at Phillip, but he made no move, so she kept on walking on by. “See that? You didn’t even bite.”
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