Island Escape
They flew private to the Maldives at sunrise the day after the wedding.
Twelve hours later the seaplane dropped them on a tiny heart-shaped island,one villa, one staff cottage, nothing but turquoise water in every direction.
The villa was built on stilts over the lagoon. Glass floors, open walls, a private infinity pool that melted into the ocean. Paradise.
For the first two days they didn’t leave the bed.
Lucian woke her with his mouth between her legs, made love to her on the deck while the sun rose, carried her into the warm sea and took her against the wooden pillar under the villa while fish swam beneath them.
slow, lazy, sun drenched s*x that tasted like salt and forgiveness.
On day three the sky was perfectly blue, but the mood turned gray.
Ava was floating
