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Hiii❤️ how is everyone doing? Hope yall are goood😘 I got 2 chapter's for yall tonight, and Ima warn u now.. they are intense 😭😭
Lowkey everything is starting to close in for Samaria and Dayvon... and idk how to feel about this 😭😭 BUT LEMME SHUT UP. Yall just go and enjoy the story 😁😁
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The next day
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The sultry Mexican sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the ocean. The waves lapped gently, causing for a soothing rhythm that Samaria found to be quite peaceful. Both herself and Dayvon were currently in the middle of the ocean, on his private yacht.
The yacht was a sleek, luxurious vessel. Its hull gleamed in the sunlight, contrasting sharply with the deep blue of the water. The deck was expansive, crafted from polished wood that shone with a golden hue.
The boat cut through the waters of the Mexican coastline, leaving a trail of waves in its wake. Samaria, with a polaroid camera that Von had gotten her during their mini shopping spree this morning, stood on the deck, the wind whipping her passion twist around her face, and the salty sea breeze filling her lungs.
Samaria wore a simple 2 piece bikini, with a pair of denim shorts and sandals. She snapped pictures of the coastline, wanting to savor every single moment of this beautiful trip. Dayvon, who wore a plane wife-beater and some shorts, stood idly beside her, his presence a comforting shadow in the bright day.
