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What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing could keep us apart
You'd be the one I was meant to find
It's up to you, and it's up to me
No one can say what we get to be
So why don't we rewrite the stars?
Maybe...
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As Amelia made her way back to her room, her heart still racing from the intensity of the moment she had shared with Jack, she found solace in the quiet sanctuary of her cabin. With a soft sigh, she closed the door behind her, shutting out the world beyond as she turned to face the empty room.
The absence of her roommates, who had yet to return, left Amelia alone with her thoughts—a prospect that both terrified and exhilarated her in equal measure. And as she settled onto her bed, the cool cotton sheets a welcome embrace against her skin, she couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at her from within.
With a trembling hand, she reached out to trace the delicate contours of her locket, a cherished memento of her past that she had carried with her through every twist and turn of her journey. But as she gazed at the familiar faces captured within its confines, her thoughts drifted back to the present, to the man who had captured her heart in a way she had never thought possible.
And then, without a word, Jack slipped into the room, his presence a welcome intrusion that shattered the silence like a bolt of lightning. With a knowing smile, he made his way to her side, his touch gentle as he brushed a lock of hair from her face.
In that moment, with the warmth of his body pressed against hers and the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Amelia felt a sense of peace settle over her like a blanket, wrapping her in its comforting embrace. And as she looked into Jack's eyes, she knew that she had found her home—not in a place or a time, but in the tender embrace of the man who stood before her, ready to weather the storms of life together, come what may.
"When the boat docks," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm staying with you."
Jack's smile widened, his eyes alight with joy and gratitude. "And I'll be waiting for you," he replied, his voice filled with a quiet confidence that banished the shadows of doubt from her mind.
And as they lay together in the darkness, their bodies entwined beneath the covers, they surrendered to the warmth of their love, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in a bond that was as unbreakable as it was undeniable.
W
ith their clothes scattered haphazardly across the floor, a tangible electricity filled the air as Amelia and Jack lay entwined beneath the covers, their bodies pressed together in a tender embrace. The warmth of their closeness enveloped them like a cocoon, banishing the chill of the night as they reveled in the intimacy of the moment.
Amelia's heart beat in time with the rhythm of Jack's breathing, each rise and fall of his chest a silent symphony that echoed the melody of their shared desires. With a soft sigh, she nestled closer to him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his skin as she savored the sensation of his touch.
