The sound of giggles filled the serene haven, carried away by the cool and gentle breeze that spoke volumes of a cozy ambiance. Softly swaying palm trees and vibrant beach flowers danced in harmony, as if serenading the joyful moments unfolding on the pristine shore.
Ivy’s legs swayed triumphantly, her arms wrapped around Zack’s neck as he carried her toward the secluded bungalow up ahead.
Her face brimmed with joy, a wide smile spreading across her face as the warm sunlight cast a golden glow upon them, infusing the air with a sense of warmth and comfort.
Zack’s face was lit with a warm smile, aligning with the soft gaze as his eyes were locked on hers. Their gaze never faltered as they made their way to the building beckoning them ahead.
He laid her down on the couch on the veranda, his movement slow and gentle. Ivy still had her hands wrapped around his neck as he crouched down beside her, their faces mere inches apart.
As they were locked into an affectionate stare, the crystal-clear water danced at the corner of their eyes, the cool sea breeze whooshing past them as the waves flowed with tranquility, making every moment feel like a treasured escape.
“This place is perfect…” Ivy said, her lips brushing against his, their foreheads touching as they inhaled the scent of one another, relishing the sweet moment of euphoria.
“I knew you’d like it. Have you said hi to your daffodils?” Zack said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as his hands caressed her waist.
Ivy peeked at her surroundings. In the corner were daffodils scattered around the bungalow, the vibrant colors reflecting in the sun. “Hi, daffodils…” she said humorously, waving with a grin.
Zack laughed, the sound soft and mirthful, making Ivy return her gaze to him, her eyes gleaming with infatuation. A wave of realization washed over her. With a warm smile, she caressed his face, leaving trails of unspoken admiration.
“I never thought I’d say this, Zack…” she began, her eyes welling up, her voice lowering to a whisper. “I love you…”
Zack held her hand, peppering kisses on them, his eyes gleaming with the same intensity. “I love you too.”
At that instant, their world melted away as they basked in the moment of tranquility. Only their love mattered to them, and they allowed themselves to relish every bit of liberty.
As they settled inside the plush bungalow, the decorative lights cast a warm glow upon them. A wine glass sat cheerily on the glass table as it echoed celebration.
“Want a drink?” Zack asked, guiding her toward the small bar perched at the corner of the room.
“Of course,” Ivy replied, her smile never faltering. She sat in the chair pulled out for her by Zack, her body tingling with excitement. “I hope it’s not a strong liquor; you know I have little tolerance for alcohol…”
Zack pinched her cheek, his gaze assuring yet reflecting mischief. “Don’t worry, if you get tipsy, I’ll do well to take advantage of you…”
Ivy’s brow knitted together, a playful frown etching her features. “So that’s what you’re planning, huh? What if it becomes the other way around?”
Zack framed her chin, a smirk tugging up his lips. “We will see about that…”
Ivy nodded curtly, her subtle approval to the challenge. They poured each a glass, their smiles widening.
“Cheers to our victory…” Ivy raised her glass to the air before clinking it against his.
Zack gulped his drink in one go, looking to see Ivy’s progress.
With one sip, she placed the glass back on the table, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Zack tilted his head, leaning on the counter, smirking. “So what happened to the ‘other way around,’ huh?” He flexed his fingers, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Not wanting to be a loser, she chugged her drink, bearing through the burning sensation in her stomach. “See, I am not a teetotaler,” she protested, attempting to pour herself another drink.
Zack stopped her advances, his eyes flashing with disapproval. “You know you have zero tolerance for alcohol; I don’t want you getting drunk or all hell will break loose tonight,” he said in a serious tone.
Ivy’s lips twitched as she slapped his hand away. “Don’t underestimate me… I may have little tolerance, but I can handle two shots, okay?”
Hiccups tore through her diaphragm as she got a little tipsy.
Zack stood in silence, watching her chug the second glass, inwardly scoffing.
Ivy crossed her arms defensively, a smirk curling up her lips. “See, I didn’t get drunk.”
Zack quirked his eyebrow, not buying her words at all. He could see her swaying a bit under the influence of her drink, but she was doing well masking her dizziness.
“Come in, let’s get you to bed…” he said, attempting to lift her up, but she scurried away giggling.
She ran to the corner of the room, daring him to chase after her.
Zack stood with arms crossed, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Um-hum,” she hummed her response, a grin spreading on her face.
Instantly, Zack dashed toward her, lifting her off her feet before she could even react.
“You cheated,” she pouted, batting her eyelashes.
Zack smiled softly, his eyes never leaving her as he was truly amused by her playful behavior.
“I love this side of you, wifey… I wish you could continue to be happy…” he said sincerely, his eyes flickering with immense affection.
Ivy smiled warmly, a flutter swirling in her chest. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she nuzzled his nose, her warm breath brushing his skin.
He kissed her forehead, his touch tingling her body with excitement. He carried her to the room and placed her on the bed, unwilling to take his eyes off her even for a moment.
As if on cue, Ivy gripped the back of his hand, pulling him closer, their breaths intertwining with equal desire.
They kissed passionately, their lips locking in a tender yet fierce embrace, as if the entire world had melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their love. The warmth of their breath mingled, their hearts beating as one, as they surrendered to the intensity of their emotions; the gentle lapping of their bodies created a soothing serenade, a symphony of love and burning desire.