Chapter 392

I reached for a piece of fried fish and popped it into my mouth. ‘Well, please thank your friend for me. This is perfect.’ I opened the champagne, filled two glasses, and handed him one. ‘To us.’ He gave me that lazy, pleased smile of his, clinked his glass against mine, and downed it in one go. The chilled bubbles slid down my throat, leaving a pleasant fizz in their wake. I let myself sink onto the lounger, utterly content. Pink sand beneath my feet. A turquoise sea ahead. A soft breeze carrying the salty tang of the ocean. ‘This is incredible,’ I murmured. ‘I never imagined I’d get a moment this romantic in my life. I can’t believe this is real.’ Ashton leaned against the table, champagne glass in hand, watching the horizon with me. The waves crashed softly and steadily, their rhythm almost like a heartbeat. The stillness, the sea air, the steady sound of water. It was too easy to drift off. Sleep swept over me fast, and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt Ashton move closer, then a gent