We were at the beach, but it seemed to be a private area. There was a blanket set up, candles everywhere, and tons of pillows. “I put it together myself.” Stephen said proudly.

“Its beautiful. Let me get a picture.” I took out my camera in a daze, wondering how Stephen knew how much I loved the beach.

He must have read my mind and told me, “I noticed that most of your paintings are beach scenes. So I figured you liked the beach.”

“I love it.” Then, as if things couldn’t get better, he grabbed my hand, leading the way to the blanket. He didn’t release my hand until we were across from each other. He motioned the driver away and then turned to me. “You like comfortable too, right?”

He pulled me close without an answer and I was right in front of him. My face inches from his amazing one. He smiled and his breath blew in my face, dazzling me. “This is nice.” I turned my head slightly for bad breath precautions, but he pulled me closer.

“Yeah,” he whispered, smiling, “This is just how I like it.”