Maddie's POV:

I stare down at the cursed book that lies in my hands, and out of pure anger, I storm over to the railing of the massive ship, and I launch it overboard, wishing for anything that James and I could be seen as equal, that nobody would discriminate him for what he wears, or how much money he makes. But, unfortunately, that just can't be done.

I inhale deeply, and then I just burst out in tears, not because James walked away, but for everyone who doesn't have what I do, and for James, and how much I desperately want to be in his arms right about now. So, I charge down to the third class area, and I get lost in the maze of hallways until I see James, sitting, slumped over outside what must be his room. He must see me, because he runs to me and pulls me into an embrace, and I melt into the warmth of his arms, his warm breath against the side of my ear, and his strong arms around me, making me feel safe.

"Do you want to go swimming with me James?" I whisper into his shoulder.

"But I can't, Maddie I'm in—"

I pull away and look at him, my arms still wrapped around his neck, and I say, "I know, but James, I honestly don't care. Let's just go swimming."

His mouth curved into a smile right before he said, "What the heck. Let's go."

I laugh, and we made our way up to the first class space, and within minutes, we found the swimming pool, enclosed, with no one enjoying it.

I pull him by the wrist into the room, and he mentions one detail that I had let slip my mind. "What about swimsuits?"

"Well, we could just swim in our clothes."

"Alright then," James shouted, as he jumped in the pool, making one of the biggest splashes that I'd ever seen.

As he rose up from the water, I followed in his footsteps, roaring with laughter and delight as I plunged into the water.

When I came up for air, James was just inches away from me, and he wrapped his arms around me, and whispered into my ear, "What if someone comes in?"

"They won't, trust me." I gazed into his eyes, and before I knew it, he was pressed up against me, and I savored every moment, the taste of him, the feel of him against me, everything just felt completely right. He inched away, and said, "We are in a swimming pool."

My eyes remained closed, and I whispered, "Right." And he kissed me just once more before he lurched into the water, and grabbed me under with him. I took him by the hand, and we swam until our fingers and toes looked like raisins.

After at least two hours, I climbed out, and James followed me, and I noticed one last problem. We were wet. Soaking wet. I pulled him aside, and whispered, "We are wet, and we have no towel."

"We could just sit and wait to dry off," he suggested.

"Alright." And with that, we sat on the edge of the pool, our legs dangling over, barely missing the water.

James looked over at me, and said, "Maddie, do you really like me?"

I was, of course, startled by the question, and I immediately answered, "Of course, James. Why would you even ask?"

He let out a sigh, and replied with, "It's just that I don't have much to offer, I mean, I have almost no money, and there are so many other guys out there who have everything that you could ever want; money, charm, anything."

"But James, they're not you. I like you, not those snobs in first class."

He smiled, and kissed me, his motions so gentle, and his hands were rummaging through my hair, and right as we were at the height of the kiss, I hear the door open, and I pull away immediately, and try my hardest not to laugh as Twila McDermott struts in, with a tight suit one, that may be revealing a bit too much. I lean over to James, and I murmur, "We should go." He nods, and we awkwardly pass Twila, and make our way out of the room.

James pulls me in for another kiss, and after about a minute, it was me who pulled away and said, "I'm so sorry, but Mackenzie will be wondering where I am."

He strokes my cheekbone as he whispers, "Okay, I'll see you later." I nod, and we go our separate ways, exchanging one last lingering glance before he's too far away to be seen.