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Shay and I sit out on the beach, talking and laughing and drinking frozen banana daiquiris. Every time my slushy beverage begins to run low, Shay runs up to the poolside bar to get us refills.
“I like having a bottomless drink,” I reveal, grinning up at him when he returns with our third or fourth refills. It dawns on me that I should be concerned that I can’t remember exactly how many drinks we have downed, but I am too relaxed and happy to care.
“Thrilled to be of service,” Shay tells me before rejoining me on the blanket stretched out on the sand.
We have the entire beach to ourselves. The only signs of life are the bopping reggae music and the murmur of flirtatious laughter wafting over from the outdoor bar.
I look up at the clear sky and am shocked to discover what seems like
