“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”

Ingrid Bergman

They drove along the dark road, top down, the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the cliffs the only noise to be heard. The smell of the ocean breeze as it softly caressed their skin was like a warm welcome to what lay ahead.

They pulled up to the beautiful white house and began unloading their luggage. Not a word was spoken between the two as they carried everything inside. The silence was a comfortable one.

Key made his way into the bedroom and sat down on the large king bed. He glanced down at his fingers, smiling softly as he watched the glow of the lamp reflect off the new piece of jewelry there. He slowly ed his shirt, tossing it to the side, then did the same with his pants.

A few moments later, in came a man with disheveled brown hair, smiling sheepishly as he walked toward the semi- male.

“Hey,” he said nervously.

“Hi.”

“So, this is it,” he smiled, pulling the oth