Right on time, a beautiful Island came into view before the yacht. It was sprawled proudly before their steadily approaching powerboat, magnificent, with several sea vessels resting at its docks.
Lemuel was standing behind Inara at the front of the boat, close to the pointy edge, his hand, around her waist.
“The Island looks incredibly peaceful.” she said to him.
“It is a little vacation Island, favoured for its tranquility. Isn’t that cool for a honeymoon?”
“I like it already.” she said and he turned her around to face him, his mouth claiming hers.
Later, Inara enjoyed the cool breeze that caressed her skin as she walked beside Lemuel in the garden at the cool of the evening. They were staying at his holiday cabin on the Island.
It was a Lake front cabin with a private boat ramp, do
