Perfection doesn’t get any better than this. Liam is the sweetest, most caring person I’ve met and I can’t believe it’s taken us this long to find our way to each other. As a smile crosses my lips, I inspect every impeccable inch of Liam and take in every single detail. My heart begins racing at a million miles a minute, I don’t really know why. Maybe because it knows that I’m head over heels for this guy and that my feelings toward him are genuine.
“What more do I have to do to prove to you that you’re the only one for me?” he continues.
“I don’t know, maybe just … say that you love me,” I say.
He lets go of my hand, then lifts himself out of his seat and moves to the side of the table I’m sitting on. He kneels down and I turn to face him, then he lifts me out of my seat and pulls me in toward him until our bodies are pressed hard against one another.
“Dylan Lewis, I am completely and hopelessly in love with you,” he confesses.
His eyes narrow in on my lips, then he leans forward and presses a kiss to my mouth. Although it’s a soft and seductive kiss, my lips are hungry for his touch, and I don’t want to let him go. He moves closer between my legs until my groin is brushing against the inside of his thigh and he continues to devour my mouth while caressing my cheeks. His hand then moves to my hair where he runs his fingers through it, the feeling making me squirm.
When our lips part, I look at him and say, “And I love you, too.”
Just as I’m about to take him in another kiss, a woman enters the balcony holding a microphone and accompanied by a man with a violin. I’d almost forgotten about this surprise that I had planned for him. While I was preparing for the evening, I asked the receptionist what they do for entertainment at the resort. She told me that they offer a wild range of activities and entertainment, including a DJ and allowing people to make fun of themselves with karaoke but when I asked her what’s something couples do around here to spice up their romance, she suggested a singer. One of the workers on the island is a singer who performs for many of the guests on the island. WhenI told her what I had planned for Liam, she suggested Ariel, so I arranged for her to perform for us at this exact moment and location.
“What’s going on here?” Liam asks.
Ariel stands with her back to the balcony, and the gentleman positions himself beside her. He starts playing the chords on his violin and Ariel brings the microphone to her lips.
“Liam, will you dance with me?” I ask.
I reach out my hand for him to take, and he does so as Ariel begins singing the opening line to Shania Twain’s “From This Moment On.”
We dance slow and close as the sun sets around us. The scenery is beautiful, and Ariel’s beautiful voice resonates through the rest of the song. The evening is definitely turning out perfect, just the way I planned it. And being here with Liam, is the perfect ending to a perfect day. When Ariel finishes the song, we thank her, then Liam reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet and hands her a one-hundred-dollar bill. She thanks him and gives us both a smile, then she and the violinist exit, leaving myself and Liam alone on the balcony. We walk over to the edge of the balcony and lean over the railing, admiring the breathtaking view around us as the sun continues to set. Liam moves from my left, grabbing my waist and spinning me around so that my ass is now pressed against the railing and he presses his body against mine. He then brings his lips in and kisses me.
“Thank you,” he says.
“For what?”
“A magical and beautiful evening. It was absolutely perfect,” he says, leaning in and pressing another kiss to my lips.
“I wanted it to be special, a date that we can both remember,” I say.
“It was definitely special, andyou’respecial. It’s definitely going to be a night I’ll never forget,” he tells me.
“The night is still young. What else would you like to do?” I ask.
“What I wouldliketo do is take you to bed and go to sleep. I was up early this morning, remember? I’m exhausted, and I’d like nothing more than to go to bed with you.”
“I think that can be arranged,” I say.
I press a kiss to his lips, then he scoops me into his arms and carries me through the door and into the bedroom.
Liam
December 24.
Christmas Eve.
My eyes flicker open and immediately catch a glimpse of the gorgeous man lying naked beside me. After a beautiful and romantic evening last night, I was exhausted so we went straight to bed. With Dylan still temporarily out of action, it was nice to just collapse into each other’s arms and fall asleep. Look at me; rich, successful, and in bed with a man I find myself falling deeply in love with every single day. This wasn’t exactly how I pictured the year would end. Normally, I would find myself at the traditional, annual family barbecue before heading home, where I would get shitfaced and drink myself into a coma. But this year, I get to spend it with a beautiful man, on a remote island with no one around except the resort staff. His body stirs beside me, and he rolls over so that he’s facing me, then he slowly flickers his eyes open.
“Good morning,” I say, kissing his nose.
“Morning,” he replies, sleepily.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask.
“Like a light. I think I was out the minute my head hit the pillow. What about you?”
