We kissed under the heat of the sun, the cool blue of the water lapping at our bodies as I lapped at his mouth and his jaw, and as he played with the hair at the nape of my neck. “I love this,” I whispered. “Being here with you. No one else but us.” I was prepared for him not to answer, but very softly, as though someone might overhear him, he said, “I do too.”
