Beckett’s POV
The humid air of the dining room lingers on my skin long after the production crew packs away the cameras, and the other contestants drift away, heading to their private quarters, but it’s the quiet after the noise that hits me the hardest. By the time I make it back to my cabin, the hum of the ship’s engines is the only sound left, a low, vibrating pulse that travels straight up through the soles of my feet as I walk along the thick carpet to the stern of the ship.
I close the heavy cabin door behind me, letting the latch click into place with a definitive, hollow sound. The small space is dim, lit only by the amber glow of the bedside lamp and the silver moonlight reflecting off the dark water outside the porthole.
Without turning on the overhead lights, I strip off my p
