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Four seasons anguilla

#FOUR SEASONS ANGUILLA FREE#

The units on higher levels even have large swinging beds on the private patios. The large private patio was adorned with fantastic lounge furniture and a delightful plunge pool. We also loved that our room was located on the first floor and walked directly out to the pool/beach area for quick access between nap time. I was delighted to find the Le Petite Prince bath products in addition to adorable stuffed animals with Four Seasons branding. Each day when housekeeping would tidy up the room, they would kindly wash our son’s towels, clothes and jammies which was such a luxury while on vacation.Ī baby crib, diaper pale, changing table and baby-proofing accessories were all provided complimentary inside the suite.

#FOUR SEASONS ANGUILLA FREE#

I should also mention that the hotel provides completely free laundry service for children under the age of 5. We stayed in the two bedroom/three bathroom residence near Bamboo Pool and it was spectacular.Īs a new mom, I appreciated the washing machine and convenience of a kitchen to warm up bottles of milk or make quick snacks. There are over 160+ accommodations onsite, including villas and residences which feature private plunge pools, chef kitchens, washer/dryer units, and massive gathering spaces for families or large groups. The Four Seasons Resort & Residences Anguilla sits on 35 acres with over 181 keys, making it the largest resort property on the island. INSIDER RECAP OF THE TWO BEDROOM RESIDENCE Once we arrived at the port, it was less than a 10 minute taxi to the Four Seasons Anguilla. From there, we took a private 20 minute charter boat ride directly to the Port of Anguilla. From NYC we took a 3.5 hour direct flight to the SXM Airport located on St. My friends and followers were surprised to learn how easy it is to arrive on Anguilla from the United States. You won’t find cruise traffic or large tour groups here, which definitely keeps Anguilla quieter than some of the neighboring islands. The locals are incredibly friendly and contribute to an authentic Caribbean culture that is found in the food, music and overall island vibe. Named the number one island in the Caribbean by Travel and Leisure, Anguilla is a tiny British territory in the Caribbean known for dazzling white sand beaches and turquoise water. In this blog post, I will share why we loved this hotel and why this was the perfect destination to enjoy with our new addition – a one year old baby boy, Maverick! GETTING TO ANGUILLA Scroll on down for an insider recap through not only the lens of your favorite luxury-travel seeking lady, but also the lens of a new mom. It was hands-down the best travel decision of 2021. Through the winter and spring months, I scoured the internet fantasizing and hoping to plan the perfect family vacation.Īfter reading hundreds of reviews and researching the perks of the property, I finally booked the Four Seasons Resort & Residences Anguilla. Are you vaccinated and ready to get the heck out of the house? Dreaming of your next sunny vacation? Ladyhattan here reporting on the ultimate family-friendly, yet luxurious, hotel destination in the Caribbean.

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The burnt marshmallow complements the rich Nutella, the cookie crumbs adding a pleasant extra crunch. The flakey crust gives way to a warm and moist Johnny cake interior. The entire creation is then dusted with cookie crumbs and shreds of flowers to delight the eye.Įach aspect works together flawlessly. Chef dots that with another stroke of genius. (Eddy's French influences at work?) The inside is unmistakably Johnny cake in flavor, doughy and moist.Ī generous layer of Nutella forms the pie's base. The exterior crust is magically flakey, almost airy. Yes, he dared to flatten it into a pizza - a dessert pizza, no less. Classically thought of as "Anguilla's doughnut," Chef Eddy looked at the Johnny cake and asked, "What if?" Vegetable quota filled, it was time for something a little more indulgent, our real reason for today's visit. On a warm Anguilla day, it is a match made in feta heaven. Each bite is oh-so smooth and refreshing. Side Note: If you are looking for a healthy lunch, Four Seasons' fresh salads pair perfectly with a side of.įeta is macerated with olive oil, mint, parsley and dill. Knowing we had dessert ahead, we kept lunch light with Bamboo Bar & Grill classics. What the restaurant boasts in beauty it matches in excellent service.Īlways armed with a warm and genuine smile, the staff delights at every turn. The turquoise waves are a mere stone's throw away. My Dad and I set off on a quest to taste the Chef Eddy creation at Four Seasons' Bamboo Bar & Grill.Ī favorite for long, leisurely lunches on Meads Bay, Bamboo Bar & Grill's expansive wooden terrace hangs over the beach's sparkling-golden sand. #banquet #events #dessert #comingsoon #honeycomb #tangarine #hazelnut #chocolate #pie #fsbali #fstaste post shared by edhenin on at 11:19pm PDTįilled with passion and armed with razor-sharp skills, Chef Eddy is the man you call to bring the "sweet side" of your menu to life.Ī Chef Eddy Creation at Bamboo Bar & Grill In Chef Eddy's kitchen, cuisine meets fine art. Chef Eddy has worked in Four Seasons Dublin, Costa Rica, Mexico and, most recently, Bali. The detail-focused training and experience put him on track to begin his life-long journey with the Four Seasons family. Reason for contact Unforgettable meetings and events From cocktail hour to the after-party, guests can lounge by three pools or enjoy white-sand beaches.

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His professional career began in France's top Michelin-starred restaurants. Box 8028, West End, Anguilla AI-2640 Anguilla Front Desk (264) 497-7000 Reservations 1 (800) 201-9580 Title Make phone number my primary contact option. Originally from France, he studied at the highly acclaimed Lycée Michel Servet before he attained another degree, the Culinary Art Master Degree in D.C. Joining the Anguilla team from Four Seasons Bali, he began his career with Four Seasons 13 years ago. He is gushed over for his works of art that have elevated "dessert" to "main dish" status of importance at Four Seasons restaurants across the globe. Google "Eddy Dhenin" and rave reviews populate the search results. "A twist on a favorite Caribbean bread and a Chef Eddy creation available in-restaurant?" I thought in wonder. Pyrat Rum-Infused Banana Johnny Cake Pizza, coming soon to Bamboo Bar & Grill #FourSeasons #AnguillaĪ post shared by Four Seasons Resort Anguilla on at 9:10am PDT

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Though Anguilla is notoriously flat (its highest point is 213 feet above sea level), the resort has taken advantage of a small series of cliffs that raise it just far enough above the coast to give its guests beautiful vantage points over the surrounding bays. Four Seasons Resort and Residences Anguilla will celebrate the July 4th holiday in style this year by welcoming back award-winning mixology maestro Valentino Longo, as well as partnering with leading British facial acupuncture specialist Sarah Bradden, and Jack Arnold of Big Green Egg for a special BBQ on the beach. Seasonal packages help to take some of the air out of the chillingly inflated rates, but expect to pay big bucks in high season. Closed Sept–Oct. Families traveling with children can take advantage of the hotel’s year-round Kids for All Seasons club. As for amenities, the Four Seasons easily has the most toys of any resort in Anguilla, including an NBA regulation basketball court (with charity games hosted by NBA stars like Carlos Boozer), a rock-climbing wall, and a putting green. The Sunset Lounge is the resort's beating heart, with light fare and an adults-only infinity pool. Cobà, the main restaurant, has eye-popping sea views and a smart steakhouse menu. With five interesting places to eat and drink, the resort is reasonably self-contained-but unless you're staying in the newer residences, right on neighboring Meads Bay, the better beaches will be a short walk (or shuttle ride) away. The location, on a bluff overlooking Barnes Bay, is pretty fabulous, too. Martin Resort & Spa /No rating available The Morgan Resort Spa & Village /No rating available Hotel Grand Case. The four- and five-bedroom villas are some of the finest in the Caribbean, each with gourmet kitchen, pool, and outdoor cabana, hot tub, and provisioning and laundry services. The resort is still cooly glam the Kelly Wearstler–designed rooms, suites, and villas kitted out in marble bathrooms, down duvets, and a raft of entertainment modcons. Anguilla is currently under a Level 1 Travel Advisory: Exercise Normal Precautions due to health and safety. As impressive as it was, it's now poised to be that much better in its new incarnation as a Four Seasons property, bringing with it an unparalleled service ethic and top-notch management cred. Four Seasons Resort and Residence Anguilla. Wonderful Anguilla Experience at Four Seasons Resort and Residences Anguilla. Four Seasons Anguilla Incentive Meetings. Sunsets and more never looked better than they. Discover Anguilla Island with Four Seasons Resort and Residences Anguilla. This is the off season and you will find most resorts on the islands are closed and some restaurants as well. They close in August after Carnival and reopen sometime in October. When the Viceroy opened in 2009, it brought an ultramodern chic that was unlike anything else on island-more Miami Beach than Meads Bay. The Four Seasons in Anguilla is a stunning property with everything you would expect from a luxury resort. Four Seasons Anguilla Know before you go First and most importantly, the Four Seasons Anguilla is not open year round.

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ch. lix - i'm calling HR

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

"This is nice," you sighed as you sunk into the warm bubbly water.

San chuckled as he took a sip from his glass of champagne, "And you threatened to call the HR on me," one of his eyebrows was raised to poke fun at you. You squinted your eyes at him and poke his toned stomach with your foot in the water which San just chuckled.

You didn't realize that San had prepared a whole evening for you two. Initially, you thought that he wanted to just hang out watching dumb cat videos on youtube and then have a quickie. So imagine your surprise when you arrived at San's condo (using the keycard he gave you) to be welcomed with an ultra-fancy dinner (take out my ass) and a promise to take a dip in his gigantic bathtub that he had filled to the brim with bubbles, surrounded by candles, and with a bottle of Moet in an ice bucket and two chilled glasses. It really felt like he put an effort to plan the evening and it just felt nice to be treated like that. Even by your boss.

With a roll of the eye, you jokingly kicked his leg just hard enough that a bit of water splashed onto his chest. "I didn't threaten you, I promised you I would if you do something that pisses me off," you pointed out as you took a sip of your own champagne. "And what would piss you off? Giving you a luxurious experience you've never had before?" San smirked cockily as if to make the point that he was just being nice to you which means that you were wrong. "An experience I've never had before?" this time you raised an eyebrow at him, realizing that he didn't know much about your life, especially about your lifestyle, "This is probably only the fourth best bathtub I've ever been into." Surprised, San sat up straight and placed his glass on the side, "Excuse me, what do you mean fourth best bathtub? How many guys' bathtubs have you been into?" though he was only asking, he couldn't deny that there was a slight offended edge to his tone which was kind of funny to you. "I mean if I count the Aman Hotel in Tokyo, the Conservatorium Hotel in Amsterdam, and the Four Seasons in Anguilla, yours rank after that and honestly, you're only able to rank that high because you own your bathtub," the look of surprise and confusion on San's face was priceless. "The fuck?" he scoffed, "How do you know the baths in those places?" in hindsight, that question was a rather stupid one. But you couldn't blame San for asking what basically was a "how did you afford to experience such luxurious places?" question just less accusatory.

Though the question was a rather simple one, you couldn't help but feel a heaviness in your chest. The drop in your expression didn't go unnoticed by San (surprisingly). So he reached for your hand under the water, taking it in his gently as a sign of support and reassurance to whatever you had to say. You know that San didn't know and you know you didn't have to tell him anything. Heck, if you say you weren't comfortable being candid with him, you know he would understand it well. But you wanted to, you wanted to share one of the hardest moments in your life.

"My... My parents died in a plane crash," the oxygen was knocked out of San's lungs momentarily, not expecting you to say something that heavy. Immediately, his grip became significantly harder on you and you took it as his reflex when hearing a piece of rather uncomfortable news than anything else. "It was years ago, I think close to a year after our incident. My dad was sent on a business trip by his company and they had this trial deal thing with an old private plane charter company that was trying to make a comeback. Thinking that it was fancy and stuff, my dad took my mom and they didn't think to take me because my dad said it was just gonna be business talks among business people so I relented. Then their plane engine blew up mid-flight and it turns out that the pilot and co-pilot already addressed their concerns to the company prior to taking off but because they were trying to make a good name for themselves, they decided to check the issue after the plane landed in the destination." The water rippled and your eyes flitted to see San shifting to sit up and leaning closer to you, his focus was completely on you and he was waiting for you to let whatever you needed to let out be let out. "After the accident, the company initially didn't want to pay damages to my family while the charter company tried to pay my family some hush money. My uncle, who now took care of me and my family's finances, decided to sue and not surprisingly won since there were black-box recordings and records of negligence from the charter company and the company was liable because the charter company's vehicle report and trip records are public record and were even in their proposal, so we got all this money and all we had to do was lose my parents. While my uncle took some money for him to develop his academy, most of them were invested and left alone for me and I resented him for taking the money because it felt like they were just accepting their death," you chuckled darkly at yourself. Almost immediately, San pulled you in his strong arms with your face tucked into his neck. The water heater provided nothing in comparison to the warmth that San was giving you. You instinctively inhaled and you noticed that he smelled like musk, something woodsy, but there was a hint of sweetness to it. You liked it, it was comfortable, it felt safe.

For a second, San didn't say anything as his brain couldn't formulate the words that he wanted to tell you, the things that he wanted to convey to you. It kind of came crashing down on him, how hard your life has been after he left you and he never even thought to check up. At that moment, he blamed himself for thinking too much of his own hardships that he hadn't even considered that you would be in a predicament yourself. Of course, how could anyone expect 'parents dying from a plane crash' to be the problem, but he felt like it was such a dickish move on his part to not even consider keeping up with your life mainly because he claimed to have cared for you so much.

Wanting to be completely candid, San said the first thing that popped into his head.

"You meant to tell me you've been working for me just because? You didn't even ned the money? Your salary could have been reduced and it wouldn't have made a difference or you?" the slap you delivered to his chest let him know that his attempt at making you feel better was working and he couldn't but chuckle at your response. "Excuse me, my salary is pretty fucking justifiable considering the headache I have to deal with," you joked back. San faked a gasp and pulled back slightly to look at you, "Excuse me, did you just call me a headache?" to which you replied with a dramatic exhale, "Thank fuck you realized it on your own." With your comment, San pulled you into his lap, effectively surprising you as you settled with a yelp and your hands on his shoulders. "Take that back," he demanded, eyebrows furrowing in faux anger and knowing that it was so, you scrunched your nose and shook your head at him, "I don't think I will."

As quick as your quip, San pulled you into a kiss, bodies now flush against each other. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his lips melding with yours. San is a rough guy by nature, and now you were more aware of how it became so, but you loved how his kisses were soft and careful, seemingly calculated even but never complicated nor overly planned. It was odd that you were so fixated on the way he kissed, but with all the shit he spewed on you during your first week of work, it's nice knowing that it can do great things too. San's hands slowly trailed down your body and settled on your ass, giving it a light squeeze that made you gasp. "Is it weird if we have sex now?" he asked as his lips moved to litter kisses all over the lower part of your face. As a response, you simply shifted and sunk your cunt onto his hard cock, shuddering as you go down. San paused momentarily to watch the look on your face as you took him in with no trouble. He just loved how the candles illuminated your soapy skin, making it seem like you were glowing and perhaps you were and San was just glad to be able to see it.

Just as San was about to grip your hips so he could fuck you, you reached for both of his hands and took them out of the water, spreading them gently on the edge of the tub before pecking him on the lips gently. "You've done a lot for me tonight, let me show my gratitude." San's pupils dilated when he saw you lean back with a smirk, one hand placed gently on his chest as you began rocking. With everything going on, San didn't know where to focus first; the feeling of water splashing on his skin, the smell of sex wafting in the air, your cunt hugging his cock, or even the sound of you letting out the cutest little moans and pants as you work him. God, he felt powerful in that position for no reason. San wasn't a power-hungry person per se, nor was he obsessed with dominance. But at that moment, seeing you pleasing him, he do wonder if it was how full hybrids feel especially those who were born as alphas. He knew animal instincts during sex could win over his own basic human instincts (heck, he had his own experience with it), but this is a new feeling and you brought it out of him.

"Fuck, you're enjoying fucking yourself on me, aren't you, little bitch?" he groaned, bucking his hips out of the blue that almost had you toppling forward with a gasp. "Yes, San, yes- fuck!" you duck down and began nibbling on his milky skin, leaving trails of red marks down the side of his neck to match the red lines your nails left on his chest. "Can I please cum?" you whined lowly, wanting to cum as soon as your high hits. Feeling rather gracious, San slipped a hand down your body, tweaking your nipple, then pressing the pads of his fingers directly on your clit to give you more stimulation on top of having his dick in your cunt. It felt so so good, the extra friction that was caused by his stagnant palm.

It didn't take you much to throw your head back and cum on San's dick. Although San would've liked it more if you warned him, he couldn't complain when he had your chest shoved to his face. When he came not long after, he made a show of taking your whole left tit in his mouth, sucking it harshly while his cum made a mess inside your cunt. "God- San!" you whimpered, body doubling forward and draping over his. Your body tingled and visibly shook with the feeling of San's warmth inside you and his mouth turning your nipple raw.

When you came down from your high, you pulled away slightly to cup San's face gently. There was a string of saliva that was attached from his lips to your nipple and when he looked up at you, he looked oddly innocent and even adorable even in such a promiscuous position. He was looking at you with such curious eyes and at that moment, you saw him as himself. Not as corporate leader San, not as a Choi Family Pack member, not even as wolf hybrid San, but as Choi San. He had every reason to not want to listen or know anything about you and your past but he spent his time listening to you which was how you were able to see the glimmer of the old San in him. The San you fell in love with, the San who was just so sweet to you and wasn't a jerk despite coming from such an affluent family.

Neither of you said anything, simply basking in each other's after-sex glow in such a romantic setting. San felt safe enough to close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of your soft touches on his cheeks, caressing the area lightly with care. Then you surprised him, making his heart skip a beat and his breath hitch by giving him a soft peck on his forehead. His hands immediately wound around your waist and gripped you tightly.

Silence remained between the two but that's because both of you knew that no words were needed. No words could describe or explain what was going on between the two of you. The moment was just there. It was perfect. For that moment.

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Caribbean Paradise: Family-Friendly Spring Break Resorts with Exclusive Perks

Spring break is just around the corner; who else is ready for Caribbean bliss? Whether you seek the tranquility of secluded pools or an exciting kids club for your little ones, there’s no better time to plan than now. Reach out soon, and we’ll begin crafting your family’s ultimate beach getaway.

SUN, SAND + SMILES: SPRING BREAK RESORTS FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY

 The Caribbean's combination of white sand, crystal-clear waters and activities for all ages makes it a popular choice for family getaways. Each island has its own unique charm, providing an opportunity to tailor your travel experience to your family’s preferences. That’s why so many of my clients ask about my top spring break destinations. When you book one of the below properties with me, you will receive exclusive benefits, like complimentary breakfast, early check-in and late check-out, a welcome gift valued at 100 USD, and an upgrade at the time of check in (all subject to availability).

Puerto Rico: Dorado Beach, a Ritz-Carlton Reserve

Grand Cayman: Kimpton Seafire Resort + Spa

Turks and Caicos: Beach Enclave

Saint Lucia: Sugar Beach, A Viceroy Resort

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IMAGINATIVE ESCAPES: KIDS CLUBS THAT GO ABOVE AND BEYOND

 Choosing a resort with a kids club can enhance your family’s getaway in a variety of ways; parents can take some well-deserved time to recharge and reconnect, while children play and learn in the presence of certified counsellors and educators. My favorite kids clubs allow young travelers to discover new cultural experiences and marine conservation, as well as the opportunity to make friends from all over the world.

 JUMBY EXPLORERS

Jumby Bay Island, Oetker Collection on Antigua Island

Children who visit Jumby Bay Island are offered opportunities to explore the local culture, unique wildlife and natural surroundings by bike, on the beach and on the water. Designed for two age groups (3–8 years and 9–12 years), Jumby Explorers are guided through a variety of activities like watersports and watching hawksbill turtle hatchlings make their way to the surf.

 ROSEWOOD EXPLORERS CLUB

Rosewood Baha Mar in Nassau, Bahamas

The children-only Rosewood Explorers club is open year-round to children ages 4–12, and its conveniently situated next to the Lagoon Pool. Each day, the fun-loving, energetic counselors engage participants in a variety of activities and challenges. The experiential zone nurtures cultural connections and a love of nature with exciting hands-on activities.

 KIDS FOR ALL SEASONS

The Ocean Club, A Four Seasons Resort in Nassau, Bahamas

Welcoming guests ages 4–12, the Four Seasons staff at Kids For All Seasons is ready to entertain and educate. Each morning starts with fun “name games” that help everyone get to know each other, followed by sports games, contests and artsy projects. Crafts, high-tech games and marine exploration are at kids’ fingertips, and first-time club visitors receive a special gift.

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SPOTLIGHT ON: ANGUILLA A Caribbean Getaway

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11 resorts mejor calificados en Anguila

Conocida por sus arrecifes de coral y sus 33 hermosas playas, Anguila es una pequeña pero fascinante nación insular caribeña. Como destino internacional de escapadas de opulencia, la isla cuenta con increíbles resorts de opulencia. Estas grandes propiedades, como el Four Seasons Anguilla, ofrecen una amplia matiz de tipos y estilos de alojamiento, adjunto con múltiples opciones gastronómicas y una tira aparentemente interminable de actividades. Algunos visitantes prefieren experiencias de reposo más pequeñas e íntimas, como las que se ofrecen en el Quintessence Hotel, un resort boutique de opulencia de nueve suites. Otros pueden querer optar por una experiencia más orgulloso como la que obtiene en un engorroso de condominios como Shoal Bay Villas. https://carreteandoblog.com/11-resorts-mejor-calificados-en-anguila/ Read the full article

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Not up for alcohol? A mocktail is always a good option! Vitality is a nice choice @sunsetlounge_anguilla. Made with fresh strawberries, blueberries, coconut cream and moringa. It comes with Jalapeño but I had that removed. #mocktails #alcoholfree #vitality #drinks #sunsetlounge #Anguilla #whatwedoinanguilla (at Four Seasons Resort and Residences Anguilla) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeRAyq7OZlE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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A Luxury Family Vacation in Anguilla

A Luxury Family Vacation in Anguilla

The planning began six months earlier when the COVID-19 vaccines rolled out. We chose Anguilla for its world-class beaches, noteworthy restaurants, and intelligent approach to pandemic containment, one that earned the island a Level 1 classification from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the lowest possible risk level for COVID-19. We enjoyed beachfront luxury at Sand Villa, Long…

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Four Seasons Anguilla offers tempting options for every taste, mood or time of day in four restaurants and lounges, moments from the sea. Count on seasonally changing menus that include fresh-caught seafood and local produce.

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Your body knows when you feel at home. Here on Anguilla, the Caribbean waves wash stress away with every breath. The silken white sand invites toes and fingers to explore. Exotic dishes make mouths water. And no one can help but move to the music of the island. You know you belong at Four Seasons Resort and Residences Anguilla. So, when will you arrive?

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Author: @ihearthes Pairing: Harry x Unnamed OFC Rating: Light Smut Word Count: 3500 Inspired by: @wanderlustwaving and “The Lady or the Tiger” by Frank Stockton

His eyes dart around the bar, seeking her. She has to be here. It’s tradition. Their tradition. January 1st. Every year. Sunset. Anguilla. The Four Seasons. 

Harry had booked this table nearest the bay a full year ago, confirming it in mid-June and again in early December. Sitting silently, his eyes shaded behind his sunnies, he watches the giant ball of fire as it descends into the water. Less of a sizzle than one would expect. Each sip of his Casamigos Blanco over ice is perfect. The sky lights up with oranges, reds, and yellows that are reflected on the clouds, resembling the Monet painting San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk which he had viewed in Cardiff. A second version hangs in Tokyo at Bridgestone Museum, and he had been lucky enough to see it once. 

The longer he watches its descent, the more he realises that this sunset is different from the paintings he’d seen. His fingers itch for watercolours or acrylics even though he knows his amateurish strokes would never capture the beauty. Last year, the sunset had been underwhelming, the clouds obscuring rather than reflecting the colours. Their first year, he had been unable to believe what he was seeing. It had been stunning with the reach of the palette across the sky, like tendrils of smoke straining to hug the entire planet. Now he captures his journal from the extra chair, opening it’s leather binding to a blank page. Flipping back to the beginning of his journal, he finds a sketch of her leaning on the railing -- drawn from memory years after their first meeting. His mind casts backwards to the non-date that had launched this annual trip. 

“Wow.” The voice belongs to a woman who steps to the railing next to him, leaning forward and twisting her head to take in the full sunset. Glancing at her, he does a double take as he recognizes her. Holy shit. She’s even more stunning in person. 

“Oh, I’d give it a solid 8.5,” Harry’s calm voice is the opposite of his turbulent emotional state. 

“Seriously? It’s much closer to a 9.2.”

“You’ve lost your mind. It’s worthwhile, but not a 9.2,” he scoffs, shifting his body slightly closer to hers. He turns toward her, planting a single forearm on the railing as he observes her in her floral sarong that matches her bikini top. Her hair is bundled lazily on top of her head, and her tanned feet are encased in strappy sandals. Surreptitiously, he takes in her curves while she’s examining the sunset. 

Twisting her head quickly, she catches his eyes on her ass. Rather than blushing, he smiles at her instead, well aware that the dimple is doing it’s job appropriately. The live steel drum band starts a new song, and she boldly turns to him, holding out her hand. “Dance?”

He doesn’t respond verbally. Grasping her fingers, Harry wraps one arm around her waist, stepping into her and leading them in time with the music. When he twirls her rather expertly, she laughs, planting a hand on his chest and gazing up at him with what appears to be a phony bashfulness. 

“I didn’t know you could dance,” she laughs. 

“Clearly you’ve never seen me live on stage,” Harry smirks. 

She clucks her tongue, “Oh, but I have. I said what I said, Styles.”

Looking away from her, he can’t help the smile that breaks loose. Damn, she’s got moxie. And it’s intriguing and beguiling. 

“You’re here alone?” he wonders, his eyes roaming the outdoor space. It’s filled with strangers -- to him anyway. 

“Tonight only. Yes.” She twirls him, and he grins at the move. 

“Me too.” The soft words are spoken into her ear as he’s drawn her closer. “I like to spend the first night of the year reflecting on the previous year.”

“Isn’t that what New Year’s Eve is for?” she wonders, her voice breathy. 

“Nah. That’s for drinking and celebrating with friends. Today is for reflection -- looking backwards and forwards simultaneously.”

“Planning to conquer the world this year, Mr. Styles?” 

“Indeed.” Arching an eyebrow, he mimics a cartoon villain, drawing his pinky to his mouth. 

She slaps at his chest, and he desperately wants to kiss her in that moment. After all, they are flirting, aren’t they? 

“Are you going to offer me dinner?” she asks boldly. “And take me to your room afterwards?”

Woah. Definitely gutsy. “Depends,” he whispers as he spins them both around once more while the band winds down. 

“On what?” 

“On what kind of sushi you prefer.”

“Ah!” There’s a gleam in her eye that he can’t resist. She’s playful and not shy about being the seductress. Harry finds the combination heady. Waving her hand in dismissal as she turns towards his table, “I usually try whatever the newest offering is -- especially if it’s fresh from those waters.” Fingers waggle in the direction of the bay, and he wants to grasp them out of the air and wrap them protectively in his own hand. 

Instead, he applauds the band before following behind her. At the table, she drags her chair from the opposite side of the small round table until she’s sat beside him. With his questioning glance, she again gestures towards the bay. “I’m not going to miss that sunset just so I can stare at your pretty face.” 

Rather than sketching the sunset, he attempts to paint the current sight with words. Everything he writes seems trite: clementines, flames, majestic, radiant, blush, hearth.

Where is she? Yes, it had been a year since they had spoken, but surely she would have sent a message if she weren’t planning to join him? Why hadn’t they exchanged numbers? Followed each other on Instagram? 

But he knows why. The mystery. The transcendental experience. The enchantment of meeting once a year, incognito, in this particular and magnificent place. No knowledge of each other outside of this 24 hours that belongs to them alone. 

Which is ridiculous. Because he certainly knows who she is and follows her career. And he would be astonished if she didn’t also pay attention to his. A few times this last year they had coincidentally been in the same city simultaneously, and he had seriously debated trying to locate her. Contact her manager maybe. Or put out feelers that would certainly have stretched to her ears like an old-fashioned game of Chinese Whispers (which of course isn’t what he should call the game now; it’s racist). The message, though, would have been garbled but sufficient for them to meet up. 

Every time, he refrained. Their unspoken commitment was to this place and this one day a year. Now he regrets not making contact. Had she decided that one day a year wasn’t worth the effort? Was she even now canoodling with someone else? There hadn’t been rumours of any recent love affairs on her end, and he snatches his phone anxiously to search her name just in case she connected with someone during the last week.

Picking up his now-empty glass of tequila as he scrolls through his phone, Harry draws an ice cube into his mouth, swirling it on his tongue to relish every tiny bit of the liquor there. The burn has vanished as it’s taken him nearly an hour to drink one tequila. No record of any new beaus. Maybe he should follow her now on social media? DM her? What would he do if she didn’t show? How much longer should he wait? 

“Oh yum! This roll is even better than last year’s.” She proclaims as she rushes to grasp the last bite of the Ceviche Roll. 

“Hey! That was mine!” Harry protests, laughing as she stuffs the full piece in her mouth. 

“Order more,” she mumbles around the rice, fish, and seaweed flavored with citrus and cilantro. 

“Nah, I’ve got a different appetite now,” he murmurs, watching her lips as she chews the sushi. 

Freezing, her eyes rush to his, and she slowly finishes the sushi she’s been eating, swallowing slowly. He wishes that she would move her chair to his side of the table like she had the previous year. This time, they’re seated on opposite sides of the table, but at an angle where both can watch the setting sun. 

“What?” Her look has made him nervous. “You’re not going to tell me you’re seeing someone, are you?” 

Her hair twirls as she shakes her head. “No. Broke up with him last week in anticipation of this.”

Having sipped his tequila, Harry chokes at her words. Coughing, he grasps the table with both hands. Holy fuck. She didn’t really expect him to --

“Kidding!” Her giggle lights up her eyes, bringing a light blush to her face. She’s truly stunning. Maybe even more than last year. 

When her foot, sans sandal, caresses his calf under the table, he knows that the night is going to be filled with sex. Fun, hot, brilliant sex that will last most of the night. Hmm...perhaps it would be best to fortify himself for their escapades. Raising his hand, he flags down the server. 

“Sir?”

“Another Ceviche Roll, por favor. Plus a bottle of Casamigos.” He pauses as her foot makes its way further up his leg, and he wonders if she’s going to slide under the table completely. “Send it to my room, please.” Voice catching as her toes make contact with his crotch, he demands, “Put it all on my tab please. I’ll settle up later.” 

With a nod of agreement, the server disappears. Quickly Harry rises, adjusting his slacks as he glances around the room. 

“Let’s go,” his voice rumbles. 

“But H -- the sunset,” she whines. 

“My room has the same view,” he insists, holding out his hand which she grasps. Gracefully sliding her foot back into her sandal, she rises and glides behind him towards the elevator. 

His stomach rumbles at the thought of eating, and he debates ordering food. The sushi at the sunset lounge is always fresh. In the past, though, they’ve enjoyed the dishes together, trying new ones every year. Dejected, he places his glass harshly on the table, his disappointment at her absence radiating across his psyche like the colours of the sunset. 

“I would say it’s a solid 8.5,” her voice sounds from over his shoulder, and he twists in surprise. Like the sunset beckons the stars, she summons happiness to his soul. He scrambles to rise, kissing her on both cheeks, his lips lingering each time. Not too long, though, in case others are watching and photographing. Which he always assumes these days. Fans. Paps. No privacy exists anywhere. 

“Hi,” he whispers, grateful for her presence, but unable to say the words that would tell her how worried he’s been. That might reveal too much of his emotions. And his heart. 

Fuck. When had his heart gotten involved? And why hadn’t he realised before this particular moment? 

“You agree?” she smiles, gesturing to the sunset. 

“I would say it’s a 9 or maybe even a 9.2,” Harry smiles, his dimple making an appearance to rival the sunset in front of them. 

“You finished your drink,” she nods at his empty glass. 

“I started early.” It’s a lame excuse, and he knows it. 

His annual partner tilts her head in his direction. “Or maybe I’m late?”

Not knowing how to respond, Harry waits, his fingers playing with the coaster underneath his drink, spinning it around, the glass slowly rotating with the cardboard circle with the restaurant’s name on it. 

“I debated,” she whispers, “unsure if I should…”

The server appears, a smile on his face. His white trousers and white shirt are complemented by a blue scarf at his neck, his accent strong. 

“What can I get you?”

Harry notices the man’s gaze on his companion’s breasts which draws his own attention to the bosom swelling around the buttons of her frock, which he just now notices has sunflowers across the lower half of the skirt. Was that on purpose? 

When she exchanges a knowing glance with Harry and smoothes the fabric over her legs, it becomes clear that she knows exactly what she was doing by choosing this dress.

He shifts in his seat. 

“I’ll have what he’s having,” she announces. 

Harry reminds the server, “Two Casamigos on the rocks please. And your newest sushi roll with light brown rice please. Thanks.”

Nodding, his date agrees to the order, and he’s relieved that at least the basics haven’t changed in the last year. 

“You were saying?” he prompts as the steward moves away from them. 

“Oh,” she blushes, her cheeks tinging slightly pink. “I just...wasn’t sure…” She swallows, her head down before she makes eye contact with him, “that this was a good idea.”

Taken aback, Harry settles his bum more deeply in his chair, feeling blindsided by the comment, wishing he had his tequila to soothe him in this moment. “I see,” he mumbles. 

“Harry --” she begins, and he waves a hand in her direction. 

“It’s just casual,” he unceremoniously argues, “right?” But his heart clutches at the phrasing. 

Her eyes drop to her lap where her hands are entwined. “Yes. I guess.” Her whisper makes him sweat. Fuck. Had she decided this was it? The last time? “It’s a pretty sunset,” she adds.

“Absolutely,” he concurs, anxious at what else she might say. Silence descends on the table much faster than the stars appear in the sky above them. Should he be vulnerable? Tell her how he feels? What he’s thinking? 

This year’s live steel drum band begins a new song, and without pause, she rises, holding her hand out for him to grasp. Grateful for the reprieve, he joins her in their corner of the outdoor restaurant, placing one hand on her waist as she rests her head on his chest. Together, they sway, and his mind wanders.

“I need another lime!” she shrieks gleefully, holding the bottle of tequila in her hand. Harry shakes his head from his position flat on the bed. They are going to need clean sheets before they sleep tonight. Maybe they will go to her room for actual sleep? 

What the fuck is he thinking? As if they had actually slept during their rendezvous in the previous two years. 

“Here. Hold this,” she laughs, thrusting a lime towards Harry to place in his mouth, pulp out. 

“Mhm. Me next,” he mumbles just before his teeth wrap around the green rind.

“You bet,” she giggles. Settling herself on the bed as she straddles him, her soft parts landing on his cock encased in its bright green briefs. She slides down his legs and leans forward, holding the bottle of tequila out to the side. “Mmmmm.” Licking a stripe up from the base of his underpants to his navel, she sprinkles salt there before tilting the bottle of Casamigos and allowing a shot of tequila to land in his taut navel. He’d worked hard on his abs the last couple of months, knowing that he would be lying here with her. They’ve got definition that most blokes only dream of. 

Quickly, her tongue captures the salt before she sucks the tequila from his belly and shifts forward to suck the lime that’s in his mouth. Fuck. If he hadn’t been hard before they started this game, he’s certainly got a hammer between his legs now. 

As he releases the lime for her, she grips it in her teeth, leaning backwards in her bra and panties, her core now on his chest, and he can’t resist reaching out with a single finger and tracing a pattern over the treasure he knows is underneath. 

“You waxed for me this year,” he comments. 

“No,” she protests, “I waxed for me this year. You give great oral, and I wanted nothing to get in the way. It’s been far too long since my pussy has been properly eaten.” 

“Oh?” Harry’s eyebrow raises, as he knows a couple of people who she dated during the previous year. 

“Yep. I would say,” she smiles, leaning down to capture his mouth in a kiss, her lips hovering just above his, “about exactly a year.”

“Hey…” he begins as they finish their silent dance just as their drinks arrive along with the plate of sushi, but he’s interrupted. 

“Here are your drinks. Our newest sushi roll is the Hot Lover,” which makes Harry cringe and shift again in his seat. “It’s spicy tuna, shrimp tempura, and avocado wrapped in soybean paper.” 

As he places the food in front of them, Harry smiles sadly and nods as the gentleman fades away into the restaurant, like the sunset has drifted into the ocean. 

“You were going to say something?” she asks, and he loses all of his courage. 

Shaking his head, he grasps a piece of the sushi roll between his fingers, sliding it onto his tongue. 

“Not bad,” he comments as he chews, trying to tuck the food in his cheek so he’s not rude. 

“It’s really not got a lot of flavour,” she grins as she mimics his eating habit. “Kind of boring.”

Did she mean their relationship? Was this one of those double-entendres? Swallowing the fish and rice concoction, he sips his tequila as the sushi sticks in his throat. For some reason, he wants to cry. It makes no sense, but the tears come unbidden to his eyes. Fuck. Looking away, he sips more of his drink as he watches the remnants of the sunset fade away, blinking furiously. 

“I wanted to call you when we were both in New York this year,” he comments softly. 

Her fingers pause halfway to her mouth, the soybean-paper-wrapped piece of sushi hovering near her lips. Harry watches as she debates how to respond to his comment, finally placing the fish on her tongue and chewing slowly. Unable to draw his eyes from her mouth, he unapologetically watches as she savors the restaurant’s latest speciality. Eyes closed, she moans. Her hands clutch the table on either side of her, and Harry feels his mouth go dry. 

Once she devours the food, she sips her tequila on the rocks, and he can visualize her tongue swirling the liquid around as she either tries to clear the flavour of the fish or fully taste the liquor. After all, her tongue has done that same move to his most favored body part. When she finishes, she makes eye contact with him, her hands resting on either side of her plate, fingers curled. Taking a deep breath, she straightens her fingers flat without breaking eye contact. Fuck. He’s sweating. 

“Truth be told, Harry -- I desperately wanted to call you when we were both in Edinburgh that time.”

“Why didn’t you?” His words are faster than his brain, and he immediately wishes he could draw back the question. 

“You know why,” she replies, and he nods because he does indeed know all of the reasons. “The sunset --” Her attention is drawn to the colours in the sky, “is lovely, don’t you think?”

“Honestly,” he admits, “I would say this is the best one of all of the times we’ve sat here together.” The words make him cringe. He wants to keep things light, but something about the moment prevents fluff. It feels momentous. Overwhelming. 

He watches as her eyes stray from his to the sky before they tear up and she nods in agreement. “Yes, Harry. I would say this is the most breathtaking of the sunsets we’ve seen.”

Did that mean that this would be the last one? Neither of them is getting younger. Sooner or later, one of them will meet “the one”. And then where will the other be? Stuck on an island with a sunset alone? Fuck. He doesn’t want to be that person. But he truly doesn’t want that for her either. 

“It’s a sensational sunset,” Harry pleads, his eyes not leaving her face, not straying to the glorious colours, not denying that they have some chemistry together. Why hadn’t he made a play for her before now? Was a hookup enough? Would he be happy if this is the last one? 

“Harry,” she sighs, sipping her drink again. “I wonder ---” 

The band starts a new song, and he shakes off the sound, willing her to continue. A group at the table behind them sings ‘Happy Birthday’ while another table nearby bursts into laughter and somewhere a server drops a tray of glasses, the shattering drawing applause from a few assholes close to the debacle. Harry ignores all of it. 

“Yes? Go on,” he encourages. 

“Maybe…” she bites her lip, looking away from him towards the sunset. 

“Yes?” His throat is dry, but he doesn’t reach for his tequila or his glass of ice water. Instead, his gaze remains riveted on her. 

“Do you think that perhaps we could…” 

His breath catches in his throat. What would she say? Would she ask for some random sex act? Cancel their relationship permanently? Or possibly -- miraculously -- suggest that they celebrate more sunsets together instead of just once a year. He holds his breath, waiting impatiently. 

“I mean, it would probably be best if we...” 

A/N: Reblogs are love, my readers.  I appreciate the likes, but reblogs help others find the story and, quite frankly, encourage me to continue publishing here. 

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