Nicole Morgan
I stepped down into the plush dining room of the
resort. Initially I thought I may have overdressed for
our first night on the island, but the palatial state of
my surroundings made me feel more dressed down
than anything else.
Since we arrived earlier that day, Jack and I had
taken a walk on the white sandy beaches while
doing nothing more but holding hands and simply
talking to one another. With the craziness that had
become our relationship in the past week, it was
nice to finally do something like a normal couple
would.
After a light lunch on the terrace of our villa, we
took a leisurely dip in the main pool while sipping
the most delicious red fruit drink. For the first time
in over a week, I was no longer riddled with frazzled
nerves. I was actually starting to relax a bit and not
assume the worst of every situation.
“Wow. This place is so beautiful, Jack. This must
be expensive. You really shouldn’t have spent so
much.” I sat down as the maître d’ pulled out my
chair.
“Nonsense. I told you that this was for us. What
are vacations for if you can’t get a little extravagant
once in a while?”
“Yes I know, but . . . well, it’s more than I would
have ever hoped for. It’s truly beautiful.”
“No more beautiful than you are.” His smile was
both soothing and alluring at the same time.
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