Becketts POV
Callie holds my hand tightly as we walk down the wide corridor toward my cabin. Her small shoes make tiny squeaking sounds against the polished floorboards, her energy radiating off her and affecting me. She chatters endlessly about everything we pass, pointing out the brass fixtures, the framed vintage photos of ocean liners, and the crew members who smile warmly as we pass.
‘Your room is so far away from ours,' Callie declares, looking up at me with bright, inquisitive eyes. ‘Are all the men at the back of the ship with you?'
‘I think so' I reply, looking down at her.
‘That’s sad, you have so far to walk every day,’ Callie sighs.
We reach suite, and I unlock the heavy door, pushing it open, gesturing for her to enter first. She bounds inside without a second of hesitati
