DESTINY
The island was breathtakingly beautiful, something I’ve only ever seen in movies and on the adverts on Telly. Palm trees waving in the breeze, white beaches as far as my eyes could see and the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. It was paradise.
I carried my sandals in one hand while James held the other as we walked on the wet sand. Waves lapped at our feet. James had his jeans rolled up to his calves and he looked so different, carefree, like he was really happy.
Suddenly he stopped to look out over the ocean. “Isn’t this perfect?” he said, “Don’t you wish we could live like this forever?”
“You’ll get bored, James.” I gave my honest opinion. He was too much of a people’s person.
He turned to me. “You really think so? Do you think I’ll get bored of you, Sugar?” He used that low tone that did nasty things to my insides.
I couldn’t see his face because he had the moon on his back, outlining his silhouette in silver.
