Robin still felt tired but was too agitated to contemplate thoughts of sleep and still felt disoriented about what occurred after he passed out in the bathtub.
His hair was a mess with a few strands that were soaked from his bath and clung to his forehead.
Best of all those big eyes were striking, even Malachi was not impervious to the boy's charm; he stared at Robin's mouth guiltily before turning away.
Small and plump, that mouth was what would intrigue a man most; not very wide, not too thin, lips that were just right, full and blush pink.
Malachi kept himself busy ordering around several cabin boys to begin the wedding preparations.
A few watched Robin avidly while they worked, continuously leaving the cabin and climbing the narrow stairs to the main deck.
Some left with the heavy tub of water, while others carried in some trunks and had been bustling in and out of the cabin room all morning.
"You must be hungry," said Malachi as he went to look inside the trunks.
