Silent Eyes

23, Marrakech

Their honeymoon took place in a breathtaking palace-a magnificent Arabian retreat located in Marrakech, Morocco. As Monica and Andreas entered through the majestic gates, they were greeted by tall palm trees, intricate Islamic art adorning the walls, and exquisite marble flooring. Monica was awestruck, her jaw dropping at the sight before her, and she turned to Andreas, her voice filled with wonder, "Are we staying here?"

Seated together in the back of a luxurious car, Andreas faced Monica, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Yes," he replied, holding her close. "This is where our honeymoon will be." Monica's eyes darted outside, eager to absorb every detail of their enchanting surroundings.

To their delight, Andreas had arranged for them to have the entire palace exclusively for themselves. There was no bustling crowd, only serene silence accompanied by attentive Moroccan servants. Although the absence of others created an eerie atmosphere, Monica found solace in Andreas' reassuring presence. She looked at him, her eyes filled with affection, and their gazes locked in a tender moment before they shared a loving kiss.

A beautiful guide, her lips adorned with scarlet lipstick, accompanied them on a tour of the palace. She led them through the grand dining hall, showcasing the exquisite jacuzzi, spacious gym, and other remarkable features. As they explored, Monica couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the grandeur surrounding her. The palace boasted numerous rooms, some seemingly unnecessary, yet her curiosity was piqued, and she longed to explore every corner. Once their guide had concluded her explanations, she congratulated them on their recent marriage and went about her day.

Monica and Andreas lingered, savoring the splendor of their surroundings. Eventually, Andreas turned to Monica with a playful glint in his eyes. "Would you like to take a dip in the pool?" he asked, facing her. Monica took a moment to consider the multitude of activities she had in mind-playing in the game room, indulging in exquisite cuisine, or even discovering Moroccan television. Yet, swimming was also high on her list. With a warm smile, she nodded and replied, "Yes, let's go!"

Eagerly clutching Andreas' hand, she led him towards the pool. However, in her excitement, she momentarily forgot the way. Monica paused, poking her lip thoughtfully. "Wait," she said, furrowing her brow. "Where is the pool again?" Chuckling, Andreas looked down at her and took the lead, guiding her in the right direction. "It's this way," he pointed out, his amusement evident. "Silly, you were heading to the sauna." Monica gasped in surprise. "They have a sauna too!"

Finally, they arrived at the vast pool, its crystal-clear water shimmering invitingly. Monica, now wearing her cheetah print bikini, cautiously approached the edge, gazing down at her reflection. Her own apprehensive gaze stared back at her, revealing her limited swimming abilities and the pool's considerable depth.

Suddenly, Andreas startled her, jerking her body forward. Monica let out a scream, momentarily convinced that she had plunged into the water. But upon opening her eyes, she realized she was still standing on solid ground. Turning to face him, she saw Andreas with mischievous eyes and a playful grin, his hands securely wrapped around her waist. "Got you there," he teased. Monica pouted, pushing him away before crossing her arms and storming off. "Babe," she groaned, feigning annoyance. "That wasn't funny! I actually thought you pushed me into the water!"

Monica, still upset, declined Andreas' offer to swim. He dove into the pool, taking laps while she sat at the corner, dipping her legs into the cool water. She watched his strong arms slice through the water, his abs glistening under the sun, and admired the way he slicked back his dark hair after surfacing. He resembled a handsome model straight out of a cologne commercial.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the droplets of water falling onto her legs until she looked down and saw Andreas floating beneath her. He tilted his head, teasing her with puppy eyes. "Queen, are you still mad at me?" he asked. Monica couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at her lips as she crossed her arms and averted her gaze. But he moved closer, pressing against the edge of the pool, his body halfway out of the water. His face was so near that Monica could feel his warm breath against her cheek, causing her to blush.