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When we land in Hawaii, the heat blasts us, but it’s all forgotten when I see her lost in the landscape. She’s taking everything in: the lush greenery, palms sprouting from the ground, hills surrounding us, and the turquoise water stretching over the horizon.
I want to put that exact expression of utter bliss on her face every day. Aurora jumps into my arms. While I twirl her around, I feel with every fiber of my being, her place is in my arms.
After we check into the penthouse suite, we go on an exploration tour. And as we ride our bikes into the sunset, I feel invigorated. My life is more than just work, power, more money, more everything. I am more than good at what I do, but I want to be the best husband to her. I want to have my home, my oasisof tranquility, where I can let go, and just be. She’s all that and more for me.
She releases the handlebars, stretching out her hands, smiling at me. Instant panic sets in. What if she falls and gets hurt?
“Sweetheart.” Worry threads through my voice at her not gripping the bike’s handlebars.
“Even if I fall, you’ll take care of me.”
We park our bikes at the side of the road and she takes a map out of her backpack. Which makes me chuckle. I snap a photo of her, her eyebrows drawn together in concentration, while I suppress a smile.
“Do you need help?”
“No, I just need a minute.”
“Sweetheart.”
“What?”
She’s sexy when she’s all riled up.
“Flip the map. That should help.”
She huffs. “I knew that.”
My woman has many talents, some I discovered, some I will, but following a map is not one of them. The sun descends behind the hill when she plops on a rock and raises her hands in surrender.
“I give up. I suck at this.” She deserves praise for the time she spent trying to figure it out for herself. “I really wanted to go to this waterfall.” Not on my watch. That radiant smile has to return—and quickly.
“What about we work as a team? Scoot over, let’s decode this stupid map bothering my wife.”
She smiles so brightly her eyes light up. I’ll make a fool out of myself for the rest of our lives just to see the happiness on her face.
I point at everything we already passed and slide my finger to the road ahead of us.
We reach the waterfall. The moon illuminates the surface, a mirror toward the sky above. Aurora bounces up and down, her excitement infectious.
“We did it.”
Three words and my chest swells with pride.
“Skinny dipping?” she asks, sending me a sultry look over her shoulder.
My wife slides the dress off and her skin glows under the moonlight. She dives into the pond and everything else disappears from my mind.
I shed my clothes in record time and join her. She places her hands on my chest, her eyes on me, conveying a hundred different feelings, all warming me up from within.
“Happy?”
She nods and closes her eyes in blissful contentment.
We swim for a while. I dive below the surface and she squeals whenever I graze her legs. My need for her pulsates in my veins and my hands sneak around her waist. Our lips meet, and the whole world slips further away. There is nothing else but my wife’s sweet lips pressed against mine.
She tries to suppress a yawn, but it’s the third in the last few minutes.