It was, in Emma's private opinion, one of their more romantic dates. The beach, champagne, and while there was still a party going on farther down the beach, right now it was like the entire ocean was theirs.

Bare skin and kisses and hands and occasionally giggling when Jack would hit a ticklish spot; this was the definition of perfect. Emma laughed as she tried to flip them over, straddling Jack so she could take her turn at teasing him mercilessly.