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Nixon bought pizza, fruits and he had gotten more pastries from Liliana and Leo's shop.
We then went to a local shop to get over beverages. He bought non-alcoholic champagne which I was thankful.
We also got fresh squeezed orange juice. The owner allowed me to use his machine and I broke it.
The owner fixed it though and we got our orange juice. It was excellent in taste.
Nixon then brought me to a beach were we set up our picnic on the sand.
After our picnic we watched the sunset together.
"This is beautiful everything is just perfect," I said and he hummed.
I looked up at him and he was looking down at me.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything," he said and I smiled.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're beautiful," he said and I bite my lip while looking away.
My cheeks flushed red and I let a out groan.
"Nixon," I mumbled and he chuckled.
"Yes," he answered but I didn't say anything else.
He placed his fingers under my chin and turned my head. I looked at him and he smiled.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," I said and he kissed me.
The kiss was gentle slow and passionate. It lasted for a couple seconds and we pulled away.
He placed a kiss on forehead then he leaned back on his hands.
I leaned back against him and went back to watching the beautiful sunset.
The sun went down and it was almost dark now. We got up and Nixon packed up our picnic basket. I took up my bag and heels before Nixon reached out for my free hand.
I took his hand and we began walking to the car.
The water touched my feet as we walked near the shore.
I felt both sand and water between my toes. I smiled as Nixon pulled me into him.
I placed my hand around his lower waist as we strolled down the beachside.
We got to the car and Nixon placed the basket inside the back. I sat in the car but didn't put my feet inside.
My feet was covered in sand. I didn't think my actions through.
"What's wrong baby," Nixon asked and I smiled at the nickname.
"My feet are covered in sand and I don't want to mess up your car,"
