The day had been as picture-perfect as either of us might have imagined. The previous evening's late clouds had disappeared with a brief yet dramatic after-midnight rain, giving way to a cloudless sky upon waking. The sun-brightened sea had shown off its most dazzling range of turquoise and cerulean, calm for the few hours we'd spent exploring its depths that morning.
Still a little high from two exceptional dives, we pass the afternoon seated at the resort's swim-up bar, relishing the simultaneous luxuries of cool water, warm air and strong drinks. As we enjoy the relaxed passing of this part of the day, our freshly-sunned bodies barely covered by bathing suits, each of us grows increasingly desirous of the other, quietly appreciating an attractively firm line of muscle or a particularly appealing curve. As the afternoon and the beverages progress, we find ourselves torn between a rum-infused desire to retreat to the starched white haven of our bed, or the urge to give in to too many hours without eating and a serious craving for the island's exceptional seafood. Hunger wins out, and despite the mild ache of lust, we wander up the beach in search of a meal.