ise children. They would
have the world's biggest sandbox," he said.
"Sandbox? My children won't be permitted to
dirty their little hands and feet in any old sandbox." We laughed and drank more wine.
Suddenly, Robert reached across the table and
put his hand over mine, fixing his warm eyes on me
and giving me that wonderful winsome smile. "Have I told you how happy I am, how utterly
complete I feel whenever I'm with you, Laura? It's as
if the world was created just for you and me. There's
no one else and all the beauty is ours alone to behold." Whether it was the wine or his words that
brought an exciting, warm tingle to my stomach, I do
not know. All I was certain of was that I felt like I was
overflowing with love for Robert, and I never wanted
to let go of his hand or this moment. He leaned over to
kiss me, a short, soft kiss, so tender and gentle, it was
more like the kiss in a dream.
"Laura," he said. "How lucky I am to have
found you."
"Me, too," I said, barely above a whisper. He held on to my hand and then slowly, ever so
slowly, he stood up and pulled me with him. Again he
kissed me. It was the sort of kiss that grew deeper
with each moment, became more demanding and
ended only because we were both out of breath. He
brought his face to mine and let his lips glide over my cheek and to my ear where he nibbled gently and then
whispered, "Shall we go to our room, darling?" Our room! The thought of it was both thrilling
and frightening at the same time. My heart began
beating frantically as Robert led me from the dining
room to the stairway and to a suite that looked over
the beach and the sea.
Entering the room, we were both so nervous we