Nate lowers me to my feet and I stand in front of him, his hands resting on my shoulders, transfixed. The gazebo has been transformed into a lovely, romantic getaway. The fire pit in the center of the rustic space is ablaze, there is a table set up on one side, filled with silver-dome covered plates and a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket. An ottoman has been pushed flush against one of the plush outdoor loveseats, and there are large, colorful pillows and blankets propped on it.
White Christmas lights have been strewn along the perimeter of the space, both along the ceiling and the railing, adding a soft glow.
Added to that is the amazing orange, red and purple sunset happening over the deep blue ocean, and I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
"Say something," Nate whispers.
"Wow," I murmur.
Nate turns me around so I'm facing him, his gorgeous gray eyes dancing with humor. "What do you think?"
"You went all mushy and romantic on me." I cup his cheek in my palm.
"Luke can give you mushy and romantic on the screen, but it's my job to give it to you in real life, baby. Get used to it." He leans down and gently lays his lips on mine, kissing me in the way only Nate can, and I sigh.
"Let's feed you."
We walk to the beautifully set table and Nate lifts the silver dome lids off the platters. There are finger foods on display that are amazing and too lovely to eat.
"Okay," Nate says, pointing at each dish. "We have chorizo-stuffed clams, bite sized Caprese salad on crostini," he smiles down at me, "which means cheese, tomato and basil on toasted bread, crab-cakes and bacon-wrapped steak."
"Holy shit, this looks delicious." Nate hands me a plate and we dig in, piling food on our plates. He pours us each a glass of champagne and leads me over to the plush lounging space. We are sitting side-by-side, Indian-style, our plates in our laps, facing the ocean.
"A toast." Nate holds his glass aloft and I follow. "To you, Julianne. For making me feel alive and happy, no matter where we are."
I smile up at my man, still overcome by this amazingly romantic gesture. I've never been romanced like this. "Thank you," I whisper.
"My pleasure."
We clink glasses and sip the delicious pink champagne, then dig into our dinner.
"How did you do all this?" I ask with a bite of steak in my mouth.
"Minions," he responds with a shrug and I laugh.
"Seriously, when? This wasn't here when we went for our run this morning."
"I had it done this afternoon while you napped."
I take a bite of my Caprese crostini and watch him while I chew. His hair is loose, he's wearing a black t-shirt, showing off his beautiful tattoo, and his blue jeans fit him perfectly. Nate glances over at me, and his eyes soften. He brushes a crumb off the side of my mouth and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
"What?" I ask.
"You look lovely with the firelight dancing on your skin, and your beautiful blue eyes look happy."
Oh. Yes, he's in uber romantic mode tonight.
"Thank you," I whisper, completely caught up in him.
I take another sip of the delicious champagne and finish the food on my plate. "That was delicious."
"Mmm…" he responds as he also takes his last bite. He takes my plate and napkin and sets them aside with his and turns back to me, opening his arms. I slide easily between his legs, leaning my head on his chest, to enjoy the view.
"It's really beautiful here, ace."