“I know what you’re thinking, but you don’t have to worry, baby, Franco is not in the bushes watching, trust me.” I looked around behind us, imaging if the caretaker for our villa was lurking in the dark hoping for a glimpse. Franco got it organized while we were at the party.” “It was my idea,” he began, “but I needed some help to pull it off. He led us onto the blankets and drew me down to sit beside him. “It’s beautiful, Ethan.” I could hardly speak as I realized what he’d done. Off to one side, sat a bucket of iced drinks and what appeared to be little dessert cakes on a tray with some fresh fruit.
What seemed like hundreds of them flickering away around a pallet of blankets and pillows. A sliver of moon glowed up over the water, but the real beauty was the many glass jars lit up with tea lights set out on the soft sand of the beach. The waves lapped at the sand with the soothing sounds of water moving against earth. My words were lost as we rounded a turn in the beach path and came out onto the shore. I am well aware that when you say date you really mean sex-” This is something I have all planned out for us.” “What are we doing on the beach?” I asked, as he led me along the cool sand under my bare feet.
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