Sabrina“Well, what do you think?” Sabrina asked Marco, as the cab driver dropped them off at the end of a paved driveway.They gazed up the hill to where a beautiful little cabin stood, its backdrop the lush jungle. Huge windows overlooked the both the greenery and the ocean on the other side.“I think this is absolutely perfect,” he said, throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder and then grabbing Sabrina's hand.“Valetta suggested a hotel, but I thought this would be better,” Sabrina explained. “Here, we don't have to worry about anyone else.”“I think that this will be so much better than a boring hotel,” he said, squeezing her hand. “Besides, this place is only a few minutes from the beach. What more could we ask for?”Marco's private plane had landed them on the big island of Hawaii a half an hour prior and they had taken a private car to their place. Sabrina was tired from the long journey, but had a renewed energy now that the reality of the situation had finally settled in.I
Sabrina“Picnic again?” Marco offered, holding up the basket.Sabrina laughed. “We've had a picnic every night for the past eight days,” she informed him. “And I still say yes every time. So, yes. I'd love a picnic on the beach.”Marco grinned at her and his dark eyes sparkled as he helped her gather a simple meal with a bottle of wine to enjoy on the beach. It had become something of a tradition for the two of them now, and the fact that there were only a few days left before Marco needed to return home to be with his father broke Sabrina's heart.She never wanted this to end. She wanted their happy days to continue on forever, even though she knew they couldn't. There were signs of change coming. The pantry was running low on supplies and they only had two more bottles of wine left. Restocking was as simple as making a phone call, but it still meant that time was passing.Hand in hand, the two of them walked along the sandy path to the beach to watch the sunset over the ocean. These
MarcoThe sound of Marco's cell phone ringing pulled him out of his slumber. He opened his eyes to find that his arm was still wrapped around Sabrina, in the exact position that they had fallen asleep. They were both fully clothed, though. They hadn't had sex that night, only snuggles and kisses. He didn't want the entire relationship to be built around sex anyway, so he was content to have an evening where they just held each other and talked.The phone continued to ring on the nightstand and he rolled over to see that the call was coming from the palace. He quickly sat up and answered it. He hadn't heard from his father in several days and was growing concerned. The only contact he had was now through Magdalena.“Hello?” he said, standing up from the bed and scurrying out to the kitchen. “Father is that you?”“Marco.” The voice that replied was as cold as a witch's heart and sent a chill down his spine.Marco sighed. “Good morning, Magdalena,” he said. “And to what do I owe the hono
SabrinaSabrina stood on the dock, the sea air whipping her hair around as she watched as Marco speak with the boat captain. Marco had scheduled a boat tour around the island, which included a stop at one of the largest active volcanoes in the world. She was super excited about it and planned on taking lots of pictures so that she could send them to her parents.“Marco, how long until we leave?” she asked. “I need to make a phone call.”Marco looked up and then exchanged some words with the captain, an older gentleman who wore a tan fishing vest. After conversing for a minute, Marco said, “Take as much time as you need. We're just getting the boat ready, but there's no rush.”“Okay, thanks.” Sabrina said as she stepped off of the dock and back onto the beach. She dug into the front pocket of her shorts and pulled out her cell. There was only a couple of days until Marco would be leaving for Orsino Island. Sabrina still hadn't made up her mind as to whether or not she'd be joining him.
SabrinaI can't believe that Marco scheduled a private boat tour around the island. He's such a sweetheart, Sabrina thought, as she watched the captain open up the sail on the catamaran. It was a small ship, built to hold only a handful of people, but Sabrina rather liked it that way better. It felt more intimate.There were only three on board, though; the captain, Marco and Sabrina. Within minutes, they had left the dock and were sailing quickly away from shore. The wind was strong and Sabrina was glad she had something to tie her hair back.She could hear the captain and Marco speaking. Marco sounded slightly annoyed. She watched as he looked at the sky and then shrugged. He didn't seem too concerned, so she wasn't worried.“This is really nice,” Sabrina said, as she sat with her feet hanging over the edge of one of the hulls. Beneath her, blue water flew past as they raced across the ocean. She looked up to see Marco frowning slightly at the sky.“I'm glad you like it,” he said, r
MarcoMarco woke up early and crept quietly out of bed, so as not to wake Sabrina. He slipped on some khaki shorts and a polo shirt before making his way out of the cabin. There was a small gift shop down the road about a mile and he intended to go there to buy her something special as a surprise. He felt she deserved something nice after the boat tour had turned into a complete nightmare. Not only that, though, it was their last day in the island. It was his last chance to woo the girl of his dreams and hopefully convince her to go back home with him.He made the walk down the winding paved road and eventually approached the gift shop. It stood just a few feet off the pavement, surrounded by palm trees. Luckily, it was open. And it seemed pretty popular, based on the handful of cars that were already parked in front of it.Marco stepped inside, making his way through the maze of coat racks and glass cases that held inexpensive jewelry. He wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for,
MarcoMarco and Sabrina were seated at a small table on the patio of the restaurant. He'd reserved the seats earlier that day, asking the hostess to put them as close to the ocean as possible. He wanted the evening to be perfect.“Look at this view,” Sabrina said, turning to face the ocean.Marco much preferred to look at the view of the woman he loved, who sat across the table from him. Sabrina's new dress looked amazing on her. The silk held to her curves and he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her since she'd put it on.“I think it's a full moon,” she said, reaching over to touch Marco's hand.He looked over to the horizon and nodded in agreement. “I'm certain that it is.”The sky was clear and the moon shone brightly down over the ocean, giving the tops of the waves a silvery glow. The fact that the moon was full brought more meaning to Marco than just its beauty, though.“Where I come from, a full moon is considered auspicious,” he said, bringing his attention back to Sab
MarcoMarco had only one thing on his mind as he opened the cabin door and held it for Sabrina. He wanted to get that dress off of her and kiss every square inch of her skin. He wanted to celebrate her decision to go with him, giving her as much pleasure as he possibly could.As soon as they were both inside, he closed the door. The only light that was on was in the kitchen, but it lit up the living room with a romantic glow. Sabrina turned around. She was biting her bottom lip and Marco could tell that she was just as turned on as he was. No words needed to be spoken. The passion between them was obvious and talking would have dampened the mood. It would have watered down the lust in the air.He stepped up to her, bringing his hands to her hips. Their bodies collided, but he didn't stop there. He took another step forward, until Sabrina was pressed against the wall that separated the kitchen and the living room. She exhaled with a soft moan and looked up into Marco's eyes. Her expres