You were leaning up against the railing of your balcony. You had a cup of coffee in your hand, staring out to look at the beach.

Despite being on vacation, you just couldn’t relax. You had tried to tan on the beach; you tried to read your book on the beach and in the hotel room, but nothing was working.

You were staring out when you felt arms wrap around your waist, catching you off guard.

“My love, what’s wrong?” came Damian’s voice behind you.