We arrived in Jamaica that afternoon. After checking in at the reception desk, I couldn’t contain my excitement. The resort was breathtaking — tall palm trees swaying gently, the sound of waves in the distance, and the warm tropical breeze brushing against my skin.
“Babe, let’s explore the beach!” I said, practically bouncing on my toes. The beauty of the place gave me a fresh burst of energy.
Richard looked tired from the long flight, but he smiled at my enthusiasm. “Alright, love,” he said, even though I could tell he was exhausted.
We handed our room keys and suitcases to the bellhop to take to our suite, then walked hand-in-hand down the path leading to the beach.
The moment my feet touched the soft, warm sand, a rush of pure joy washed over me. I tightened my grip on Richard’s han
