Chuuya had just walked through the door of the beach house he had bought for Anon and his honeymoon. He breathed in the air, smelling the distant ocean and enjoying the natural lighting from all the windows, the wonderful view of the ocean out the backside. He let out a sigh and set his luggage down on the floor, turning to look at Anon, “isn’t it perfect, darlin’?” He wrapped his arms around their waist, burying his face into their neck.