We had reserved a beautiful apartment directly on the beach, the kind of place that makes every moment feel a little more dangerous and a little more unforgettable. While my husband was outside enjoying the evening, I sent a message to the bartender from the night before. He arrived sooner than expected, and I made sure the balcony door stayed closed. My husband understood almost immediately what was happening. There was no confusion in it, only that quiet, familiar realization that some moments are no longer his to interrupt. He watched from outside, suspended between distance and devotion, until he was finally allowed back in to lick my back clean.
