squeezed it. "Go. You know I wanted room service."
***
Keira was dazed throughout dinner. She knew she ate, but except for the floating orchids, she couldn't remember what was on the table. She and Griffin talked about everything, bouncing from one topic to the next as they caught up on the past twelve years.
A man sat at a grand piano in the corner of the room and started playing. Griffin held his hand out to her, and she looked at him with confusion. He motioned his head towards the dance floor and she put her hand in his.
As he led her onto the dance floor, she wondered if she was dreaming. Between the soft glow of the candles on the tables, the ocean, and the twinkling stars outside, she couldn't imagine a more beautiful place.
Slowly, they swayed to the music as he held her close. She could feel the heat of his body and the hard muscles of his chest pressed against her. She imagined what he must look like naked and felt her blood pump through her veins.
She didn't want the dance to end. She wanted to stay in his arms all night, but after a few slow songs, the pianist chose an up-tempo melody so they moved off the dance floor.
As they left the restaurant, Griffin slipped his arm around her waist. Instead of regular lamps, the pathway was lit with small torches that formed an arch over their heads.
"I was a wreck when you and your mom moved away," he said.
"Really? Your dad didn't tell me."
"I'm sure he didn't know. My dad and I are pretty close, but there's a lot that we don't talk about. I guess you're one of them."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, for example, I had no idea he had been in touch with you all these years."
"Really?"
"He never mentioned it and I guess since I never spoke about you, he had no reason to."
"You don't think that's a little odd?" she asked. "I mean after my mom passed away, he was the closest thing I had to a father figure."
He shrugged. "It's like I said, we just don't talk about certain things."
"And what if you did know that he and I were in touch?"
"Maybe I would have finally asked you out on a date."
"Maybe I would have said yes." She smiled up at him. "I always had a crush on you."
"I don't blame you," he said. "I'm pretty wonderful."
She laughed and elbowed him playfully in his side. He covered the spot with his hand and contorted his face as if he was in pain.
"You're terrible," she said.
"I can't be that bad. I remembered to bring Monica dessert."
He grinned as he held up a plain white box with a tiny window on top. Inside was a slice of pineapple cheesecake, Monica’s favorite. She knew it wasn't enough to make up for her leaving her to go on the date, but she knew Monica really just wanted to stay in that tub anyway.
The full moon was high in the sky as she walked hand in hand with Griffin along the cement pier back to their villas. He stopped in front of Keira's and she took the piece of cake from him.
"Any chance I can convince you to look at the moon with me?" he asked.
"I'd love that," she said. "Let me give this to Monica and I'll be right back."
She entered her villa and found Monica curled up on the couch watching a movie.
"Hey," she said. "I thought you'd be out later."
"He's waiting for me, but I wanted to give you the dessert we brought you."
Monica looked through the little window into the box and squealed with glee.
"My favorite! But wait, before you leave, you have to give me some details."
"He's perfect, Monica, he really is. He's exactly like I always imagined: funny, sweet, charming. Tonight has been amazing and honestly, I don't want it to end."
"Well then, no need to hang around with me anymore. But real quick, before you go, the guy who brought my dinner was insanely gorgeous and he has tomorrow off. He offered to show me around. I hope you don't mind."
"No, as long as you're happy."
"I only tagged along so I could lay on the beach, but if I get to spend the day with a hottie, I'm not going to turn that down. Plus I