A Special Kind Of Hell

In the tranquil glow of the sun, its beautiful rays illuminating the waters and the sand, Isola found herself nestled against Asher's sturdy chest, a sheer sheet of fabric delicately swathed around their naked forms after sharing a round of warmth and passion.

The ambient lull of the whispering waves accompanied their serene picture, with Asher reclining against a jagged, ancient rock, a silent witness to their secluded moment.

Isola, her eyes reflecting complex emotions, directed her gaze towards Callisa, who was still pretending to hide in the waters, though her bulbous eyes were popping out every once in a while.

Due to her highly curious nature, Isola felt it was a good thing she used a curtain of water as a veil until they were done.

With a voice tinged with hesitant curiosity, Isola broke the silence while hugging his hands, "So…other than telling about us, are you going to tell Rowena everything once we get back?"