Marti wasn't sure when she felt more beautiful.  The way Jeremiah looked at her, well, he made her feel like the most beautiful and cherished woman on the face of the earth.  Her she was, in paradise, with the man of her dreams, and they were dressed up ready for a romantic evening out.  A luau, put on by the hotel.  Oh, it wasn't the traditional one, on the beach, no, this was held on the lanai, but the festivities were done in a grand fashion, none the less.<br/><br/>The dress she wore was the one that Jeremiah had chosen.  A soft pinkie peach color, with a fitted bodice, and a medium length swingy skirt.  She had chosen her undies carefully, a white sheer lacy bra, with a matching french cut pantie.  There was no need for a slip, and going without, made her feel sexy.  The cool breeze of the evening rustled her skirt, and blew around her legs, and up her thighs.  She could feel that cool breeze on the damp crotch of her lacy panties.  It felt good, enticing, exciting, and all together delicious.<br/><br/>As the settled themselves at the table where they would dine on the traditional luau feast, and watch the traditional luau entertainment, Marti fluffed her skirt over her legs.  She caught Jeremiah watching her as she did this, and she took his hand, and placed it on the fabric that covered her thigh.  She smiled at him, and then placed her shawl, over her lap.  If he was so inclined, he could slip his hand under her skirt, and find the lace of her panties, damp with her need.<br/><br/>Marti smiled to herself, as she thought that they had spent all day making love, and she wanted him, and needed him again.  Even here in public, she touched him, and leaned in to kiss him.  Normally shy and reserved, love had changed that characteristic about her.  She needed to touch him, as if to make sure he, and what they had found together, was real.<br/><br/>The cocktails, fruity concoctions, complete with the tiny umbrellas, were delicious.  She was glad that they were served without alcohol, as she wasn't much of a drinker.  The meal was outstanding, and then the entertainment started, and she was mesmerised by the gentle sway of the dancers hips, and the hypnotic beat of the music.  The night was made for romance.<br/><br/>It was not long, until there was a lovely young girl coming toward them, carrying a cake, with a single candle in it.  Marti wondered who at their table was celebrating a birthday or anniversary, perhaps.  The young girl came directly to her and Jeremiah, and placed the cake with that single glowing candle on the table between them.  The girl hugged Marti, and told her that a special man had ordered the cake for her, and Marti blushed, when she realized that the special man the young girl spoke of was none other than her Jeremiah.  Marti watched, as she hugged Jeremiah, and kissed him on the cheek.  Marti looked at him, as he watched her, never once taking his eyes from her face.  She looked at the cake, so pretty in is simplicity, with that one candle, glowing in the dark, and then she looked back at the man she loved with all her heart.  The young girl was back now, with plates, and cut the cake, but first instructed the couple to make a wish, and blow out the candle together.<br/><br/>The smile on Jeremiah's face mirrored Marti's to a tee.  She knew their wishes would be the same, without even having to ask him, she knew he wished, as she did, for a lifetime together.  A lifetime of wonderful days spent in each others arms, loving each other, until that power, greater than the both of them called them onto a life, that was beyond this world.  If they could have that lifetime, Marti and Jeremiah could not ask for more.<br/><br/>Reaching for his hand, she entwined her fingers with his, and took a breath, and blew, just as he did...the flame on the candle wavered, and then went out...  The applause at the table, from their table mates made Marti blush, as she had forgotten they were there, it was just the two of them, for that moment, there was no one else.  No one else mattered, just Jeremiah.  Marti would make sure for the rest of her life that Jeremiah knew he was the only one who would ever matter to her.<br/><br/>Leaning toward each other, they kissed, much to the delight of their table mates.  The show was over now, and some of the guests were just sitting enjoying the lovely tropical scented evening.  Marti whispered in his ear, "When can we leave?"