The one and only time I have ever been to the beach was when my dad got a quick job in California and he managed to bring me with him. I was around fifteen back then and it was to Venice Beach. The crowd was crazy, but I didn’t care. All I did was stand in front of the beach and smell the ocean scent, take in the breeze in my hair, and feel the sand in my toes.
I would have never imagined that years from now, I would be at a private resort that probably cost thousands of dollars for one night, feet in the sand and ocean wind in my hair, while also holding hands with the person that made me the happiest.
“Maximo…” I said softly as I turned to look at him. He had now changed into a white polo and khaki shorts, making him look perfectly in sync with the beach. His hair was being swept by
