The rhythmic echo of the ocean waves resonated just outside the closed windows of the hut, accompanied by the rustling of the palm trees.
The string of fairy lights and candles in the jars still flickered around the wooden cabin, twinkling alongside the stars on the dark canvas of the night sky.
The quiet tranquility seemed to enclose the beach in a world of its own.
Lying entwined on the bed, Calix and Leslie were cocooned in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
They nestled close in a contented bliss, savoring each other's warmth. The intimate moment they shared earlier lingered in their minds.
Calix draped his arm around Leslie's waist, holding her close. Running his fingers through her luscious locks, he occasionally kissed the top of her head.
As Leslie rested her head on Calix's bare chest, she smilingly listened to his steady heartbeat. Feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, she was glad to know he was alive.
