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It was a yacht. It was a yacht.

I stared at the very neat, beautiful, and big creation in front of me. With Victor standing behind me, his hands resting gently on my waist, I used my hand to shield my eyes from the morning sun as I took it all in. The yacht was immaculate, gleaming white, and it looked like something straight out of a dream.

I had woken up earlier than I expected, probably because of the excitement. The word "surprise" always did something to me, kept me on my toes and all. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, eager to see what the day had in store, what surprise he said he had for me. After a quick shower and wrapping myself in one of Victor’s shirts, which smelled wonderfully like him, I went downstairs to find him already waiting with a knowing smile.

We went out for breakfast at a cozy little café not far from the estate. I was still in his shirts and one of his shorts, both of which were too big for me. I probably looked funny, but Victor kept saying I looked