Denver’s POV
“You dare bring us here to the beach despite just receiving a threatening call?!” My fiancée yelled.
“That’s why I brought you here. So that we can take a breath,” I reminded her, making her cross her arms.
“And what if they’re serial killers? And considering we’re on the beach, our bodies could just be thrown in the water!”
I gave her a nervous, anxious laugh. “You really think that, huh?”
“And why should I not?” Wisdom frowned.
I looked past her, then to the sea in front of us, drenching our feet with saltwater.
“Can you hear that?” I asked while slowly wrapping my arms on her shoulder.
“Hear what? I only hear you talking,” she said with a chortle.
I stroked her delicate skin and she leaned at my chest. “The song of the sea, the crashing waves that I only hear often. That I just heard today.”
“And what of that?”
“It’s calming and soothing. Especially when you listen to it with the person who made your heart beat faster.”