*Shelby*
“That is where we are having dinner,” Michael said, referring to the small island we were coming up on.
Michael went back to the wheel and left me to watch as we got closer and closer to the island. A weathered dock floated on the water, and a pebbled pathway led further onto the island.
Michael expertly docked the boat, and by the time we disembarked, the sunset had faded, and darkness was creeping into the sky. The pathway was lit by tiki torches on each side, illuminating our pathway.
“How did you get this set up so fast?” I asked, awestruck.
“Don’t ruin the magic,” Michael said and leaned down for a kiss.
My fingers intertwined with his, and we walked side by side down the pathway. Within five minutes, the path gave way to a clearing with a wooden table set up in the center.
A stream bubbled off to one side down a series of mini waterfalls. The entire clearing was illuminated by the light of tiki torches.
