Carina's POV - As soon as Vincent left for work, I got back on my laptop. I've already writing some words earlier in the night. I adjusted on the bed and continued,
(THE MALDIVES HAS A STORY TO TELL)
"Do you give your consent to be filmed?" Damian asked.
I took in a deep breath before nodding. "No one gets to see it except us."
"It's going to be well-secured on my phone, so you don't have to worry."
The room's illumination was turned off, leaving only the aroma of many jasmine-scented candles to fill the air. I stood motionless as flickering shadows slid across the walls. I was mesmerized by the pervasive sexuality that pervaded the room.