Calm before the storm

I gave the volcanic rock a harsh pull, hauling myself up with ease. I wasn’t about to be outdone by a teenager! Little my little, Nils and I climbed the magnificent outcrops that emerged from the tropical paradise where Tristan and I had spent a blissful honeymoon. Ten days of pure happiness, where we only had to care of ourselves. Basking in the sun – Tristan’s skin had turned caramel – , soaking in warm waters, watching coloured fishes hand around us as we snorkelled … making love, thrice a day at least, going out whenever it stroke our fancy. We had had an unforgettable time before greeting Nils and Lily at the airport last week.

Now, our honeymoon had turned more playful. Today, I was more of a tomboy than a happy spouse. A few yards below, Lily’s worried eyes followed our every move. Poor kid; she had vertigo and couldn’t follow us. And anyway, the girl found our little competition stupid as hell. Climbing up there in her tiny bikini would have been pretty crazy anyway.