"Then don't let me wake you." She pressed her head against his firm chest. "I want you to be happy."
"When you're with me, how could I be anything else?"
They stood like that for a few minutes, holding each other, neither willing to shatter the spell they were under until Alexis inadvertently spoiled the moment with a hungry stomach.
"Sorry," she whispered, embarrassed by her rumbling belly.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head before releasing her. "Was my picnic not enough for you?" he asked as he zipped up his trousers.
"I guess the sandwich was small," she admitted, remembering the other tuna sandwich. She peered at the blanket. "The other one must be here somewhere."
"Alexis, you are not eating that! It's been out here for hours."
"What? It's not like it's hot outside. I'm sure the mayo is fine." She kneeled down and felt around for the sandwich in the darkness.
"Hold on," he said, making his way to the golf cart and turning on the ignition.
The light from the cart was enough to help them see. Tyler joined her at the blanket and began packing up his belongings.
"Do not eat that," he said, gesturing to the sandwich in her triumphant hand. "Let me take you to my house and feed you properly."
She narrowed her gaze, suspicious of his motives. "Only if feeding me properly isn't a euphemism for something sexual."
He snaked an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. "You're in charge. If you've had your fill of Cock a la Tyler, then real food it is."
She elbowed him playfully. "Was that the best dish you could come up with?"
"Hey," he said teasingly, "it's a delicacy here on the island."
"So you're saying your cock is like truffles."
Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the water as she squealed in protest.
"Don't you dare, Tyler Barnes," she screamed.
"I already dared," he said, gazing into her eyes. "And I'm so glad I did."