A soft rocking motion, a boat rocking slowly on the open ocean, woke Haylee up. She had fallen asleep after packing her new clothes, shoes and all the little things that she had bought, well Jamie had bought, when they had gone shopping earlier that day. She was snuggled up in the thick white blankets, her head buried under a mass of pillows. The rocking was carrying on, a feeling that made Haylee feel quite dizzy and slightly sea sick. Haylee's eyes fluttered open, thoughts as slow and thick as honey trickling through her brain, maybe she had been kidnapped by a really rich pimp and she was on his private jet in the middle of some nice Caribbean island? Even if her thoughts were hazy she knew the likely-hood of that being true was pretty low. Her eyes adjusted and she turned onto her side to see the culprit of the rocking.

基于1个网页-相关网页