The scent of sea air permeates the room as sunlight pours in through the blowing curtain highlighting the exposed small of Veronica's back and definitive curve of her slightly exposed buttocks.
James takes in the ocean breeze while gazing out at the sea through the open window, recalling all the wonderful experiences they have enjoyed on their east coast journey from Toronto.
The traffic across the city upon departure and the navigational confusion caused by the summer ritual of Montreal roadwork, combined with the mechanical problems with their old Honda Prelude outside Moncton, did not phase them.
They were together, alone, travelling for the first time, and nothing else mattered.
It may have been a last minute adventure but the trip unfolded like it had been planned for months.
A romantic stay at Quebec's Fairmont Chateau Frontenac followed by a long drive to the coast the next day with stops at a couple of craft brewers, had left them exhausted after driving off the ferry to their final destination in Victoria, PEI about a half hour west of Charlottetown.
Neither of them had visited Prince Edward Island, so it seemed a logical destination for two adventurers now deeply in love.
They didn't really care where they were headed, as long as they were together, and this off-season AirBnB with an ocean view is idyllic for a September escape to the sea.
James lets out a long contented sigh and looks back to eye her laying beside him. He observes Veronica breathing and her beautiful soft skin exposed beneath her summer nightgown and above the loosely crumpled bed sheets covering her lower female form.
Veronica's dirty blonde hair dances on the pillow with the warm summer breeze, and James is overwhelmed with the satisfaction of knowing they are safe and sound together, in a setting he could never have imagined in his dreams.
Gazing at her beauty and recalling how much she had turned him on during the drive after visiting Tatamagouche Brewery, had him wanting her more than he ever had before. But he didn't want to wake her, so he put on some coffee and headed to the beach for a long awaited dip.
The beautiful blue sea was cold, and it really was just a quick in and out and back to the beach cottage where freshly brewed coffee and his slumbering lover await.
James heats the milk and pours the coffee. It's her favourite — Belgian Chocolate, with an added shot of caramel, for she could not take it any other way. He brings the coffees to bed and places Veronica's on her pine nightstand adorned with a kitschy seashell lamp.
James is feeling a little chilled from the ocean dip and loosens off his towel to join his sleeping beauty beneath the sheets.
Warming his hands around his coffee mug, he watches her sleep as her long tussled hair covers her shoulders and her slender back gives way to beautifully defined hips.
James then places his coffee down and can not resist cosying up behind Veronica, bringing his arm around her waist and slowly moving his warmed hand upwards between her heaving breasts.
He squeezes her tight and drinks in her faded scent of Escape and essential oils before lightly kissing her neck.
He whispers in her ear, "Good morning, Veronica," and she lets out a slight 'mmmm' sound.
"Good morning, James. Is that coffee I smell?
"Have you been swimming? Your hair is wet!" she says, as James nods his head and raises his eyebrows.
