"This is it," she said. "The place where all the magic is supposed to happen."
Half of a chuckle escaped his throat; the rest firmly held in place by nerves. "I guess it makes sense," he said, turning back toward the sweeping vista of the island and out to the sparkling ocean beyond. His peripheral vision, however, caught the tips of her long, dark hair, riding upon the warm breezes, and he could not help but follow the flowing trails back to her smooth, bright face.
"So it's really true?" she asked. "You've never
"I haven't," he said, giving a dismissive shrug. "And this is your first time"
" She shifted her weight to one foot and scratched her ankle with the other. "We're sort of both dying breeds."
He nodded, another chuckle escaping more freely. "You could say that. So, well
how do you want to go about this?"
Pinches of pink turned up on her cheeks. "I kind of came up earlier and picked out a spot." She pointed. "I know it takes two for this, but I was