Eh, I hope you're legal and that you have a passport for tomorrows' chapter.

"Good morning," Jonas deposited a kiss on Sierra's forehead and sat next to her, "about last night," they said in unison.

"You first, Sierra."

"I'm sorry, I took too long."

"I'm sorry I fell asleep. Sierra, I just want you to knowㅡ."

The doorbell rang, "room service."

They had forgotten they scheduled their breakfast. Jonas got up to open, and Sierra went to put on a robe while the server proceeded to set their table on the veranda.

Jonas was disappointed to see Sierra cover-up. He already looked forward to drinking coffee with the view of Sierra's nipples sitting across from him. They ate their breakfast without returning to the conversation.

Still, Sierra didn't forget. She went with an offensive approach to arouse the man. The woman chose to wear a bikini and a wrap skirt for the day, which started at the beach. She wasn't a boob on the marketplace type of woman, but they weren't any prying eyes.

She and Jonas seemed to be the only couple to step out of their bungalows. The already desert island seemed even emptier of people.

Since Sierra couldn't express herself with words, she used her body language to relay her desire. She made Jonas go through the motions by asking him to put sun lotion on her back. And when she dived, she came out of the water like a James Bond girl in her passion orange bikini.

The wet curls, the curves, it wasn't long before they were making out on the white sand like teenagersㅡslow and passionate kisses with the sound of waves withdrawing themselves from their feet in the background. Jonas's hand glided down to Sierra's thigh. Their arrival was merely twenty-four hours old, but the sun already struck the man's face with the redness of a future tan. The color of his eyes stood out, making Sierra drown in them.

"Hey, Jonas."

Jonas lifted his head and looked about before giving Sierra an apologetic stare.

Sierra closed her eyes to signify her despair, "ㅡoh, no, please don't tell me."

Jonas buried his head in Sierra's clavicle to muffle his laughter while Stephan and his wife made their way to their position.

They sat up, and Sierra quickly tied her bikini top.

"Hey, you should have told us you had a premium bungalow. We've been searching for you guys since this morning. We're going to the mainland. Do you guys want to come with us?"

It was too much; Sierra wanted to scream, "I'm trying to reach nirvana here. Is a little intimacy too much to ask of you?"

"Leave them alone, Stephan. Why are you so intrusive?" Cynthia said as she attempted to pull her husband by the arm.

Female intuition.

Cynthia appeared to understand the situation, but her husband insisted. Thanks to Jonas's polite manners, Sierra found herself on Suva.

"Wow, it's weird to see so many people," Stephan said as they walked the streets of Fiji's capital.

Jonas gave Sierra a side hug, kissed her on the head, and whispered, "let's pick up where we left off when we get back."

Unlike Sierra, Jonas was a pro in the waiting game. Life proved the man more than once the good things indeed came to those who knew how to be patient.

The contrast between the resort island and the capital was immense. Suva was a tourist catcher, with its shopping complex, hotels, restaurants, and souvenir shops by dozens. Everything was calculated to make one spend from the over-enthusiastic welcome and over-the-top service. The prices were sky-high. The island essentially lived on imports. Sierra was shocked to see Stephan and Cynthia purchase items triple the price they had in their country.

Siera refrained from letting herself buy whatever before realizing she had to bring something back to family and friends. Of course, this included Jonas's family as gift hunting wasn't one of her husband's prerogatives when he traveled.

"They're so annoying," Sierra told Jonas between gritted teeth when she handed him another present to hold.

"Sierra, look, isn't this cute?" Cynthia said as she struck a pose with a Panama hat.

Sierra turned, "yes, it's cute."

"Cool, I'll get this," Cynthia said as she took the hat off.

Sierra returned her focus to Jonas and her rolled eyes.

The couples separated at the flea market, where Jonas pretexted that he had a water-skiing activity scheduled. It wasn't a lie; they did program a lesson. They just advanced the time when they announced it to the Ackermans.

"Oh, well, see you on the island," Stephan said with his usual enthusiasm while Cynthia displayed a coy smile that said, girl say it, girl, you want to get laid.

The couple left, and Ratu took them back to the resort.

"Can you tell me why they're so clingy?"

Jonas laughed, "I've never met someone like Stephan before. He doesn't seem like a bad guy, though."

"I know; I just wish they would give us some space."

Jonas agreed; the Ackermans annoyed him as much as Sierra, still he could not prevent himself from showing courtesy, "anyway, forget them let's have fun."

Finally, they barely had time to leave Sierra's purchases in their bungalow before they went water skiing. Jonas was a pro at the water activity. It was one of the first sports he tested when he began traveling. Even so, Sierra was impressed she had an overwhelming desire to say "that's my man" to the invisible others.

If the lack of people left an odd sensation at first, she realized one quickly got accustomed to it. She was happier on the small island than in Suva, where it bustled.

It was soon Sierra's turn to try to float on water. Never had Jonas laughed so much.

"Sierra, keep your legs together."

"What?" She yelled before seeing her legs split and losing control. All of Sierra's attempts were a catastrophe. Jonas was glad to retrieve his wife in one piece.

"I'm glad I made you laugh," Sierra said, making a sad emoji face as they walked back to their bungalow from the beach.

Jonas tried to tame renegade laughter as he tried to cheer up Sierra, "we can schedule another lesson tomorrow if you wish."

The woman who succeeded in everything detested being mocked, "stop it, Jonas."

"I'm not laughing," Jonas said, but his eyes betrayed him.

Sierra huffed and hurried ahead only to be caught up by Jonas, who lifted her and carried her like a Persian rug.

"Put me down, Jonas."

"Stop complaining."

"I'm not. Put me down."

The man put her down and stood in front of her, "angry?"

Sierra crossed her arms and looked sideways, "stop making fun of me."

Yes, they were still things to discover about one another; this included knowing when to stop a joke.

"I'm sorry, Sierra," the man said and bent his neck to meet her gaze, "do you hate me?"

"Of course, I don't."

"Do you love me?" His shone with a peculiar speck that reminded Sierra of the Pequa lagoon surrounding them.

"You know I love you."

Jonas grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. His kisses were always gentle. Sierra had the impression of being porcelain when she saw how cautious he was.

They returned to their bungalow. Jonas took a shower while Sierra talked to Leone. He looked better thanks to Millie and Joshua's twins. His cousins were staying the night, and it positively impacted Leone, who returned to his jolly self.

"Baba mama," Leone even hung up on her.

"What a rascal," Sierra blinked in front of Jonas's iPhone screen.

"What is it?" Jonas asked as he entered the bedroom while towel drying his hair.

"Our son just hung up on me."

"He did?"

"Yes, Millie is at your parent's house, and Leone has no time for me. His agenda is too full."

"Don't be jealous, Sierra."

"I'm not; I'm just surprised," Sierra said, getting up to go the bathroom.

"Don't sleep in there," Jonas yelled.

"I won't be long."

"That sounds like a reboot of yesterday with a nuance, Sierra."

"I promise, I'll be quick."

She showered; the water didn't have the same effect as Paris water. Her skin wasn't as dry, nor was hair. On the contrary, her skin's appearance seemed better. Perhaps it was the absence of daily stress; either way, the woman felt good.

This time Sierra opted for a white Aubade Pour Toujours babydoll nightdress and a l'Amour tanga, but just like the night before, the man slept. The only difference was he was in a seated position with his back against the bedhead. The dimmed light gave the space a romantic wink; Sierra opened the bed's curtains and sat next to him, slightly turning to face him.

"Jonas," Sierra whispered and approached. He couldn't be sleeping; she spent less than ten minutes in the bathroom.

She neared her face and touched his cheek, "Jonas," she was about to turn away when he grasped her hand and pulled her back. "I'm not sleeping," he kissed her.