Sandcastle Kisses (The Kisses 5)

“You like it? I used pictures I took of our castle and then had the sharks made special for you,” he says. I didn't know he also had pictures, and that warms my heart. He runs his hand through his hair, tousling his dark locks. I like his hair better this way. It suits him.

“I love it. Sharks and sandcastles.” I kiss him on the cheek. “It's perfect.”

“You're perfect,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek.

“We're perfect,” I correct him. He nods and brings his lips to mine. We kiss in front of our sandcastle, and I see the flash from the photographer's camera. I'm glad this picture will be mine forever. We are in love, and now we have a picture to hang in our home of sandcastle kisses.