The first two days in Hawaii were the most glorious holidays I had ever been to. I was enjoying every bit of it. Chris and I were relaxed and there was a content atmosphere in the air. I was ecstatic we were able to have some truly deserved alone time. We had strolled along the beach, played in the water, had cocktails and dinner with the ocean as a scenery, had played our guitars on the beach under the moonlight, had been on a trekking adventure in the rainforest and had made love on every surface of our room. We couldn’t be happier.
Today, after a morning of lazing around on the beach, we had embarked on another outing. We had just come from visiting some botanical gardens on the other side of the island and we had been utterly fascinated by the beauty of it all. I felt so peaceful and right walking along the vast vegetation, Chris by my side. He would be like an excited child, gasping and pointing things to me or inventing songs with the complicated names some plants had. The energy of the place was revitalising and so we returned to our hotel in an uplifting mood.
“Why don’t we get some drinks and chill for a bit over there?” I suggested indicating a nice spot between some palm trees surrounding the lagoon inside the resort.
“Sounds good!” he smiled.
He picked some sun loungers for us to sit while I went to get some lemonade for him and a cocktail for me.
“Smile!” Chris said pointing his iPhone at me when I walked back to our spot with a drink in each hand. I flashed a grin to the camera and held the glasses up and he snapped the picture.
“Oh, lovely, such a charming man,” he told me, lifting his sunglasses for a moment to wink at me.
“Let me see,” I said, sitting down next to him and placing his lemonade on the little table by the seat. “What a goof,” I chuckled when he showed me the picture.
“Don’t say that! You look lovely! Thanks for the lemonade by the way!”
“Not a problem, love.”
“Oh, I could definitely get used to this, you know,” he said reclining on the lounge chair and wiggling his toes while he enjoyed his juice.
“Me too!” I agreed, looking at the sun setting on the horizon, “Let’s just drop the band and ask the managers here to hire us as their permanent entertainment act, what do you think?”
“Best idea ever!” he laughed, “Nah, I will just miss Will’s reprimanding and Guy’s sarcastic comments too much,” he said.
“Oh, that’s true.”
“Will you be coming to the surf club excursion tomorrow?” Chris asked.
“No, it’s for people who surf and I don’t. I booked it for you,” I explained.
“Oh, come on! You should face your fears, man. Embrace the challenge!” he enthusiastically said, gesticulating with his hands.
“You sound like a commercial,” I laughed.
“Oh, Jay, come on, give it a go!”
“No, thanks. It’s not my thing. Besides, most of the people surely have some experience and I’ll look like a fool.”
“Don’t be a chicken, man! Please come, I wanna see you riding the waves,” he mimicked the motion with his upper body.
“You’ll probably see me waving my arms desperately asking for help,” I retorted. God, I would be such a failure.
“Oh, alright,” he gave up.
“You should go and enjoy your day doing something you love and get little chance of doing. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back to catch up on lost time, if you know what I mean,” I shot a flirty smile his way.
