Page 14 of Key Lime Kisses
“It actually looks a little stormy over there,” Weston said, pointing.
I nodded in agreement, the sky did look particularly dark and cloudy in the direction we were heading. “Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad.”
Even after the sun was gone, we sat on the balcony together, looking out at the dark water. I planned on getting back to my book, but we started talking. Just like during our late lunch, the conversation flowed. It seemed like we actually had quite a lot in common.
A cold wind started blowing and the storm seemed to be moving quite fast over the water. The rain started and the calm water below us starting to roll. I had barely been able to feel the ship’s movement before but I could definitely feel it rocking now. The light drizzle suddenly turned hard and a gust of wind blew the icy rain at us.
We both squealed in surprise, then laughed and retreated into the room to escape the storm. We sat next to each other on the bed, watching the storm out the window. Our conversation picked right back up where we left off. The sky darkened and the ship began rocking wildly. It pitched to one side and my stomach went with it.
The unbearable urge to vomit struck me and I jumped to my feet, hand clapped over my mouth, and staggered across the room to the bathroom.
“Shea?” Weston said in alarm.
I made it to the toilet just in time. A moment later I groaned and sat back. To my surprise, Weston was crouching next to me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, but I was trying to decide if I wanted to risk going back into the main room or if I was going to get sick again. The ship pitched a couple more times and I sank to my knees in front to the toilet.
“Seasick or pregnant?” Weston asked.
“Seasick,” I groaned.
“I think they're supposed to have stuff for seasickness somewhere,” he said. “I’ll go find you some.”
“You will?” I asked, surprised by the offer.
“Of course, I'll be right back.”
He turned and rushed away, leaving me to my misery. True to his word, he was back in just a few minutes offering a couple of pills. I swallowed them gratefully.
“They suggested fresh air, come on,” he said, extending a hand.
I took it gratefully and let him lead me from the room. Fortunately, our room was quite close to a stairway. Weston and I went up it and almost straight out onto the deck. There were several chairs – bolted to the floor, I assumed, since they weren't sliding around the deck – and he helped me into one and I sank down gratefully.
The fresh air did help, as did the medicine. Just a few minutes later I was feeling significantly better. I was starting to get pretty cold though.
“I think I can go back to the room,” I said.
Weston nodded but still took my arm and helped me back down the stairs. Once in the room, I sank down heavily onto the bed. To my surprise, he still didn't leave me on my own. Instead, he sat down with me and put one arm around me with a yawn.
“Oh!” he gasped as soon as he finished yawning. He started to remove his arm. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“That’s ok, I don’t mind,” I said.
I was still feeling a little crummy, not to mention drowsy from the medicine, and it was nice to have someone taking care of me. He put his arm back; I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed.
“Starting to feel better?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think…” My answer turned into a yawn.
Weston yawned again and chuckled. “They said that stuff will make you sleepy. It sure does.”
I lifted my head up and looked at him. “Did you take one?”
“I did, I wasn't feeling super great, but then after you got sick…”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I should have closed the door.”
