White Christmas lights have been strewn along the perimeter of the space, both along the ceiling and the railing, adding a soft glow.
Added to that is the amazing orange, red and purple sunset happening over the deep blue ocean, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
“Say something,” Nate whispers.
“Wow,” I murmur.
Nate turns me around so I’m facing him, his gorgeous gray eyes dancing with humor. “What do you think?”
“You went all mushy and romantic on me.” I cup his cheek in my palm.
“Luke can give you mushy and romantic on the screen, but it’s my job to give it to you in real life, baby. Get used to it.” He leans down and gently lays his lips on mine, kissing me in the way only Nate can, and I sigh.
“Let’s feed you.”
We walk to the beautifully set table and Nate lifts the silver dome lids off the platters. There are finger foods on display that are amazing and too lovely to eat.
“Okay,” Nate says, pointing at each dish. “We have chorizo-stuffed clams, bite sized Caprese salad on crostini,” he smiles down at me, “which means cheese, tomato and basil on toasted bread, crab-cakes and bacon-wrapped steak.”
“Holy shit, this looks delicious.” Nate hands me a plate and we dig in, piling food on our plates. He pours us each a glass of champagne and leads me over to the plush lounging space. We are sitting side-by-side, Indian-style, our plates in our laps, facing the ocean.
“A toast.” Nate holds his glass aloft and I follow. “To you, Julianne. For making me feel alive and happy, no matter where we are.”
I smile up at my man, still overcome by this amazingly romantic gesture. I’ve never been romanced like this. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“My pleasure.”
We clink glasses and sip the delicious pink champagne, then dig into our dinner.
“How did you do all this?” I ask with a bite of steak in my mouth.
“Minions,” he responds with a shrug and I laugh.
“Seriously, when? This wasn’t here when we went for our run this morning.”
“I had it done this afternoon while you napped.”
I take a bite of my Caprese crostini and watch him while I chew. His hair is loose, he’s wearing a black t-shirt, showing off his beautiful tattoo, and his blue jeans fit him perfectly. Nate glances over at me, and his eyes soften. He brushes a crumb off the side of my mouth and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“What?” I ask.
“You look lovely with the firelight dancing on your skin, and your beautiful blue eyes look happy.”
Oh. Yes, he’s in uber romantic mode tonight.
“Thank you,” I whisper, completely caught up in him.
I take another sip of the delicious champagne and finish the food on my plate. “That was delicious.”
“Mmm…” he responds as he also takes his last bite. He takes my plate and napkin and sets them aside with his and turns back to me, opening his arms. I slide easily between his legs, leaning my head on his chest, to enjoy the view.
“It’s really beautiful here, ace.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He kisses my hair and wraps his arms around my shoulders, hugging me against him.
“If we didn’t have work, I’d never want to leave.”
“Like I said earlier, we can come here whenever you want.”
“We should try to come once a month. And bring Nat and Luke and the baby. They’d love it too.”
“That sounds great to me.” He kisses my hair again and I smile. He’s so kind, and I love that he likes my friends.
The sun is slipping into the water now, sending orange reflections across the surface. The sky is dark purple, and in the distance I can see some dark clouds rolling in.
“We might get lucky and get a winter storm tonight.” I rub his arms where they rest across my chest.
“You like thunderstorms?” he asks.
“At the beach I do. They’re awesome.”
“Would you like some dessert?”
“I always, always have room for dessert, babe.”
Nate chuckles as he climbs around me to the table and returns with two small individual chocolate cheesecakes.
“Oh, my. Even here you manage to feed me chocolate cheesecake.”
“Of course. It’s your favorite.”
“What’s your favorite?” I ask and dig into the decedent dessert. “Oh sweet Jesus, that’s good.”
“You.” He responds, his eyes on fire as he watches me lick chocolate off my lips.
“You are romantic tonight.” I take another bite and moan.
“Does it really bother you?” he asks with a grin.
“No. It’s nice. Don’t tell Natalie.” Nate laughs and offers me a bite of cheesecake from his own plate, which I happily accept and offer him some of mine.