We secretly met in a warm tropical location. Our room had French doors that opened to floor level sand and ocean. The French doors had sheer curtains that blow in the breeze. We're able to walk out right into warm white sand. In the water 2 chairs. The warm waves would slowly crash against them. By our room, two tall palm trees. A hammock tied between them. Our first night there. French doors open, warm, salty breeze blowing the curtains. I'm laying in bed and hear the waves slowing swaying back and forth. I can see the bright moon, reflect off the water. You walk in, moon behind you, yo… 続きを読む