Chapter 12 : I Want You to Stay

*Shelby.*

Michael stared at me for a long time after I said that I would be leaving when we got to port the next day. Or at least I hoped I would be. I didn’t even know where we would be, let alone if there was an airport or a ticket home I could afford.

“I would really hate to see you go, Shelby,” he said with a serious look on his face.

“I think it's for the best,” I answered softly.

“The best for you?” he asked. I stayed quiet for a long time. Was I deciding what was best for me and/or running from my problems?

“I don’t know….” I answered truthfully.

I took another small sip of the wine Michael had poured me and watched the liquid as I swirled it around in my glass.

“You know wine always tastes better in the sauna,” Michael said, watching me.

I turned to him, “That does sound nice, but I am sure the staff who work the spa have already gone to bed.”

“Well, good thing the sauna is in my bathroom,” he said as the corners of his mouth eas