The night appeared as a faint memory in Bridget's mind. So foreign, so far away. They had gone all the way together. Bridget wasn't a virgin anymore. This thought was still new to her mind.
She was laying in her cabin, recalling the events of last night. Feeling the pleasure, the passion, all of it over and over agian. She was truly happy.
She hoped that she was good enough for him. He was so much older, more experianced, surely he'd done girls better than her. She just knew that she loved him and longed to spend just one more moment with him.
Eric lay in his bed in his cabin. She was perfect. He knew that, and he loved her. He had just experianced the most perfect night of his life.
He knew that she was special. Different than any girl he had ever known, or would ever meet.
He wondered if she felt the same. Was she rethinking the age difference? Maybe she knew that she could find better then him. He just wanted her more than anything.
She got out of bed and pulled out an outfit. She decided to wear her short jean shorts and a white tank top. She filled her water bottle and left her cabin.
Before going to breakfast, she stopped by Eric's cabin. She walked right in and found him sitting on his bed. She walked over to him and sat on his lap. They both smiled.
"How are you?" he asked her.
"I'm really good." she assured him. "You good?"
"I'm great," he said and kissed her.
They both stared into each other's eyes. "I love you," Bridget told him.
"I'll always love you." Eric answered.