Chapter 17

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Elizabeth

It was the last day in Hawaii and we decided to spend the whole day at the beach. We had a picnic, we took pictures, we got inside the water, lastly, we ordered some Chinese food and ate it near the beach. We waited for the sunset to come. "Thank you for this beautiful trip." I said smiling at him. He comes near me and holds my hand and kisses me softly. "Thank you for coming with me." He says pulling me closer as we watch the sunset.

Elizabeth

I went over to Gabriel's again, to finish up some other parts of the project. We end up painting the wall. As we paint, Gabriel then paints on my black shirt and I laugh. I rub some paint on his jeans. We paint each other a bit, laughing the whole time as we do it. We stop for a bit and eat the food that the maid had brought us. "So this project, where is it going?" I asked taking a bite of my sandwich. Gabriel takes a sip of his water, and puts the glass down. "I want this project to go to hospitals that have sick children. I think it will make them happy." He says smiling at me. "I think its the best thing I have ever seen in my life. Plus you wanting to help kids, it sounds amazing." I say as I take one last bite at my sandwich. I keep looking at the painting and I feel happy and proud that I helped. "Do you care if I take a picture?" I say grabbing my purse. "Of course you can." He said taking a bite of his food. I reach in my purse, searching for my phone and I see the papers that Gabriel is suppose to sign. I close the purse quickly, as my heart beats quick. I look at Gabriel and I knew that I couldn't make him sign these papers, I mean not now. "I have to go, I have a meeting pretty soon." I say getting up quickly, feeling nervous. "Oh okay, thanks for coming again Emma." He says as he gets up and comes close to me. I look at him as he comes close to my lips and kisses me. I kiss him back slowly and smile. "Can I see you tonight?" He says holding my hand. "Of course you can." I say as I head to the door, looking at him one more time.

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