This couldn’t be happening. This really couldn’t be happening. It was supposed to be a nice vacation. And they were already getting robbed before they’d even unpacked?!

Taylor buried her head in her hands. This can’t be real. This can’t really be real.

Just as she was about to sink deeper into her despair, her Ghost Boy reappeared in front of her, presenting the suitcase to his girl. Taylor couldn’t believe her eyes.

“You—you got it?!”

“Oh, I got it,” he said with his Colby grin.

Taylor immediately threw herself into his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Th-that bitch just came in with a knife and—”

“It’s okay. I told you, you don’t have to be scared when I’m around. And apparently, you can even call me when I’m not here. You’ve got nothing to fear anymore. Ever again.”

Taylor smiled. She liked that. “Never again.”

That night, they both slept as deeply as if they hadn’t in weeks. Colby assured her that Lilo wouldn’t come back now that she’d been caught. Early in the morning, they went straight to the front desk, and Taylor reported the incident.

Alan just sighed, bored. “Miss, there are no female butlers here. Only male butlers. And certainly none named Lilo, like that terrible old kids' show that made our region so popular with alien fans.” Now it was personal. But Taylor decided to swallow the insult to Lilo & Stitch. “S-she must have used a fake name. She had scars all over.”

“Nonsense. Are you sure you got enough sleep?”

Colby blinked, perplexed. He did not just say that. “Taylor, please. I want to jump into his head. It would make things so much easier.”

“Don’t you dare,” she quickly murmured under her breath before turning back to the unfriendly receptionist. “You have to believe me.”

Alan sighed and shook his head. “Sorry, Miss, but without evidence, I can’t do anything.”

“Evidence, you fucking wimp? Should she have recorded the theft or what?” Colby grumbled. “Forget him. We’re fine, and your suitcase is safe. That thief won’t dare come back to the hotel. Let’s just enjoy our vacation.”

Taylor and Colby left the front desk with mixed feelings. Alan hadn’t taken them seriously, and Taylor could see the frustration in Colby’s eyes. But she knew he was right. They were safe, and the suitcase was recovered.

Back in their suite, they took a deep breath. The sun was just beginning to rise, and its golden rays cast a warm light into the room. Taylor flopped onto the sofa and stared out the window at the sparkling sea.

Colby sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Tay, listen. I know what happened was really shitty. And Alan is really shitty. But we’re not letting this ruin our mood, okay?”

She grinned slightly, convinced. “Never.”

He rested his forehead against hers and repeated the word, “Never.” He ran his fingers through her hair and gazed lovingly into her eyes. “So, what do you want to do today? On our first day in paradise?”

Taylor smiled, relieved and grateful that Colby was with her and she felt safe. She savored the moment of peace and comfort in his embrace as they thought about how to spend the day.

“Beach and sea, as promised?” Taylor suggested, leaning comfortably against Colby’s shoulder.

He nodded approvingly. “I thought you’d never suggest it,” he grinned.

They sat quietly for a while, basking in the warm sunlight. Taylor finally felt relaxed as the excitement and shock of the previous night began to fade. Colby gently stroked her back, and she closed her eyes, enjoying his presence.

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After a while, they got up and decided to get ready for a leisurely day at the beach. Taylor felt the anticipation for the day slowly building as she looked forward to the adventure they would share together.

The sand beneath their feet was pleasantly soft, and the sound of the waves greeted them like a gentle embrace. Taylor spread out two towels while Colby could hardly wait to dive into the refreshing water. He ran off and plunged into the clear blue waves with a joyful shout as they gently rolled onto the shore. The water was pleasantly cool and refreshing, just the thing to start the day.

His girl followed him, laughing, and slowly slid into the water. They swam for a while, drifting and enjoying the freedom and lightness the sea bestowed upon them. They dived under, admiring the colorful fish and the vibrant reef underwater. It felt like they were discovering another world, serene and mysterious at the same time.

After an extensive swim, they returned to the beach and decided to build a sandcastle. They shoveled the fine sand together, formed towers and moats, and let their creativity run wild. Colby used shells as decorations while Taylor crafted a flag from a broken twig and a piece of cloth.

She didn’t care what others thought. So, there were floating shells in the air or sand piling up by itself. So, people saw her talking to herself. In the past, she would have been completely cautious. But now? No, now she wanted to spend time with her boyfriend, not with her fears.

Time passed, and later in the morning, they decided to take a walk along the beach. They collected shells and interesting stones that the sea had washed ashore. Taylor discovered a particularly large starfish, which she gently returned to the waves, and Colby built a small sculpture from driftwood and shells, which he stuck in the sand. Then he showed Taylor how to skip stones across the water, and they laughed at each other’s clumsy attempts.

After a long break under a giant beach umbrella, they ventured into the water again. This time they swam far out until they were just tiny dots from the shore. They enjoyed the silence and the feeling of freedom that the vast sea offered them. They floated in the quiet, just gazing lovingly at each other.

The day was coming to an end as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. Taylor and Colby sat hand in hand in the warm sand, watching the spectacular sunset. The sky's colors shifted from orange to pink to purple as the sun slowly disappeared behind the sea.

Finally, they made their way back to the suite. They were tired but happy from a day full of fun, adventure, and unforgettable moments by the sea.

They changed into fresh clothes for dinner. Taylor slipped into a light summer dress, while Colby opted for loose pants and absolutely no shirt. Classic Colby fucking Vance.

They decided to dine at one of the resort’s restaurants, known for its excellent cuisine and romantic atmosphere. On the way, they enjoyed the warm evening breeze and the scent of salt and sea in the air.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, they were seated at a table right on the beach, where they could hear the waves crashing in the background and see the soft lantern light illuminating the sand. They ordered delicious seafood and tried local specialties recommended by their waiter.

Back in their suite, they ended the evening on the balcony. They cuddled up on the comfortable lounge chairs, drank cocktails, and Colby even played a few chords on a ukulele he had bought just for the occasion. He was terribly bad, but it didn’t matter. Colby was too in love with himself, and Taylor was so in love with him that they didn’t notice.

Finally, exhausted but fulfilled from a day full of adventure, they lay hand in hand in bed, listening to the gentle sound of the waves coming through the open window.

“Colby?” she spoke after a long moment of contemplation.

“Hm?” he asked, turning his head toward Taylor.

“I think I’m ready.”

“For what?”

Taylor couldn’t believe it. Seriously?! Colby’s gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips and back again. A smile played across his face, followed by a soft laugh. So he did understand. It would be a miracle if he didn’t, of all people.

“Are you sure? You can’t easily close the diabolical box once it’s open.”

“You mean Pandora’s Box? The diabolical box is an old video game.”

“Which one?”

“Boy, do you really want to ask that now?” She kissed him on the mouth, letting her fingers glide over his bare chest. “Hm?”

“Nope.” He made the popping sound with his lips. “Tomorrow’s fine too.” He grinned and pulled Taylor closer to him.

“It’s just,” she began, her hand wandering further south on Colby’s body, making his grin widen. “You’ll have to explain a lot to me; it’s my first time, sorry.” She reached her desired destination, making him moan.

“Don’t worry, Living Girl. I promise I’ve got enough experience for both of us. You can learn from the master now.”

Taylor had been thinking about this for a while. She didn’t care that he was a ghost. To her, he was alive. She had been more afraid that it might not be satisfying enough, especially for a sex god like Colby. But that fear was entirely unfounded. The Ghost Boy guided her through the entire night. He was very rough and dominant in bed; Taylor could see that, but he held back for her. He was caring, calm, and decent, although he also stated what he wanted. In return, he also asked what Taylor liked. It was beautiful. It was super hot. And there wasn’t a second that Taylor didn’t love.

After a while, she agreed that it was okay for Colby to be a bit rougher with her. He was visibly concerned, but Taylor assured him that she wanted it too.

And then it was on. Colby had said it. Pandora’s box couldn’t be easily closed again, and he couldn’t believe his luck. “Fucking hell, I fricking love Hawaii!”