The morning after our dinner. Antonio and I went for a swim in the crystalline waters early, the ocean around our overwater villa as warm as bathwater and clear as glass.
We swam and floated, feeling more in love and more connected than ever.
“I love it here”, I said as I swam toward him.
“We can come again next time and maybe bring the kids as well as John and Juliet”, he said wrapping his arms around me.
“I'd love that”, I smiled and said.
Eventually, we ambled back to our villa, dripping and laughing, ready to rinse off and relax before exploring more of the island or doing any of the activities planned for us, especially the spar.
I walked in and screamed in freight.
“Lilly! What's wrong?”, he rushed in and asked and I could only manage to point to what I saw in the bed.
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