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24- Howie Dorough

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, lapping at the sand and going back to the ocean mixed with the sounds of the seagulls up ahead. As the tide came and went, my eyes closed and my ears tuned to the heavenly sounds that enveloped me.

All of my senses were heightened as I could smell the salt in the water and between my toes in the white sand, dangling off the edge of the beach chair. The wind was breezy and barely audible, mixing a perfect concoction of what I could smell and hear off this gorgeous Venezuelan beach.

A gentle, almost butterfly-like touch on my shoulder caused me to flutter my eyes open (rather reluctantly, may I add; nothing beat unwinding with your eyes closed), and seeing my husband's serene smile added onto the lightness of my heart.

"You can close your eyes again, I'm just gonna sit with you," his voice was small in the wind, but I managed to hear him perfectly fine.

Nodding and scooting a bit to the side, I let him slide in next to me. Closing my eyes once again, I most definitely didn't expect him to scoop me up in his arms and make me lie down on him---but I wasn't complaining as he did.

I smiled softly, as my head lay on his chest, hearing the rhythmic beating of his heart and feeling his warm skin against mine. My hand snaked its way around his waist, latching onto him like a child would---call it clingy and whatnot, but nothing screamed intimacy more than skin-on-skin contact.

His chuckle reverberated against my hand that rubbed at his sides, his own reaching up to play with my tangled, windblown hair, while my legs entwined with his own. It was of utmost difficulty to try and figure out where he ended and where I began, but it didn't matter. The seclusion we had on this almost-island meant becoming one was something we could do without being spotted.

Sighing happily he began to pepper kisses along the side of my face, gently enough to be sweet, but passionately enough to hint at the reason why we came here in the first place---our honeymoon.

"Easy there tiger," I stiffled a giggle as Howie left open-mouthed kisses against my jawline and neck, "I'm worn out."

"I know, you couldn't walk straight from the hotel room down to here," he laughed out, his arms wrapping around me and cuddling me further to his chest, "You can't blame me, you're the one that's too good to be true."

My eyes snapped open to see him brushing back his long locks with a fond look in his doe eyes, "I can't believe we're married," I said, completely in awe of him, "Look at you, Howard. You're a gorgeous man."

"If you don't stop, I'll take you right here on the beach," he sternly said with the most adorable cheeky grin on his face.

"And have my butt plastered all over Rolling Stone? No thank you," I snorted, shaking my head as I gently kissed his luscious lips, not quite believing that I had him all to myself.

A hand sneakily crept down my body, before lightly smacking my ass, nearly causing me to shriek in surprise, as he said in between laughs, "It's a rather nice butt, though."

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