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The day dawned beautifully. The sea was calm, the waves breaking subtly and producing relaxing sounds. The sun was rising in full splendor, illuminating the entire island. The coconut trees and palm trees swayed as the slow wind blew.

Early that morning, Ethan was in the master bathroom. The room was spacious, larger than most homes would need. There was a glass wall that allowed people to shower while enjoying the Malibu ocean view. The bathroom was open to the bedroom, with no division between the rooms. The floor was white, satin-finish, so bright that it reflected the sunlight.

Ethan stood in front of the marble countertop of the sink. In his hand was a razor with which he shaved his foaming jaw. The man wore only a towel wrapped around his waist after his shower. One hand was resting on the marble while the other, masterfully, guided the razor.

He was focused on his work when Blair appeared in the suite. And since there was no division between the bathroom and the bedroom, Ethan