Apparently even big bad bikers find it difficult to go more than twenty-four hours without sleep. After giving me the chance to freshen up in the ferry’s tiny bathroom, he brought us to a smaller, lower-level lounge area with comfy, padded bench style seating that perfectly frames the curved windows. Before falling asleep, he had grabbed my hand and held it in his, a tether rather than an endearment. Any movement away from him and he would wake up. He’s been out cold for forty minutes now and I’ve tried to stay as still as possible in order to let him drift away into a deep sleep. With his hand around mine like this it would be easy for a casual observer to think we were a couple. Although the sheer mass of both his height and musculature are major contributors in his overall intimidation factor, he is also exceedingly beautiful and doesn’t give off an “I’m a kidnapper” vibe. His thickly shadowed jaw is a few days’ growth away from a complete beard, the dark gold hair blended with light brown.
