Skylee happily trailed along behind Tom and Daisy, her hand clutched safely in Sam's. Her eyes scanned over the different shops as they walked, from high end clothing and jewelry to swimwear to souvenirs. There was some spots where there was clumps of people and when they would encounter those, Sam would move in front of her, never releasing her hand, to use his broad height to break a path through. His hazel eyes would glance back or over continually to make sure she was doing all right, and Skylee's heart swelled at the sweet gesture.

"So what do we want to see?" She asked when they reached the movie theater. She hadn't even looked yet to see what was showing.

And if she honestly admitted, she didn't care what they saw. The thought of sitting next to the tall, sexy Sam Winchester in the dark intimacy of a movie theater was what was really making her heart race with anticipation. She didn't want to fall for this handsome, sweet man because she knew that her heart would be broken at the end of the cruise. A man like Sam Winchester, with his looks and sweet, charming nature could get any girl he wanted, actress or model. So why would he have any interest in little, old her? He was just being kind and polite because that was what was expected from him by Hollywood and the people who had set this up.

Yet she couldn't stop herself from loving the safe and wonderful feeling of her small hand engulfed in his strong, gentle one. She couldn't stop her heart from skipping a beat and then racing, when she met his hazel eyes and was rewarded with his beautiful smile. So she took the images and experiences and tucked them away for when she was heartbroken and at home again and Sam had moved on and forgotten her.