It was wrong. It was wrong, wrong, wrong, but dear Lord it felt so right. They shouldn't be doing this. Their friends would be shocked. Apalled. Something would happen, they would be found out. Before the night was over, everything would be ruined.

"Gabi." He put his hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry." She was looking into a mirror. She smiled when he leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder.

"You look good." SHe cocked her head to the side and studied his reflection.

"I'm glad. You look gorgeous, but I'm sure you already knew that."

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"That's not what you said last night."

"Antonio! So naughty. How did you ever make it in the seminary?"

"It was easy. I didn't have you to tempt me."

They weren't really like this, not in real life. People that knew them would have thought it horribly out of character. But they knew, this was them. This was them together. This was what they did to each other.

When she was in his arms, he was a different man. He made her knees weak. He was romantic, he was passionate. He was a lover. He knew things about her body that would have confounded any of the other men she had been with. She never stopped being in awe of him.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"Gabi. Come on. We've been through this before. This is something I want to do."

He sat down on the bed, propping himself up on his arms so he could lean back and watch her.

"Someone will recognize us."

"No one will know us, I promise."

"Are you sure?"

"Gabi." He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. She wiggled around for a second, just to torture him. "Gabi. I have a present for you."

"A present?" Her eyes lit up.

It was a jewelry box and immediately her expression fell. "Antonio, you know I can't wear anything that you give me... too many people would ask..."

"So lie." He handed her the box.

She fell in love with the necklace the moment she laid eyes on it. It was a silver heart with a diamond in the middle. "I love it. I would kiss you, but I don't want to mess up my lipstick."

"You can fix it later."

...

At the party, they fit in. He looked just like any other handsome man in his suit and Gabi looked just like any other loving girlfriend in her little black dress. He paraded her around the room, showing off his acquisition to anyone willing to look. They drank wine, mingled, chatted with the locals.

A middle aged busybody was making rounds with a Polaroid. She snapped their picture in a corner, catching them in the middle of a bemused conversation. The picture showed them as a couple. There was no mistaking it. They were together. She was standing just close enough, he was looking at her in just the right way. They looked elegant. Two beautiful people living a beautiful life.

She kept the picture, hid it away in the same place she hid the necklace so that Ricardo could never find it. They went back to Sunset Beach, returned to their normal lives - as normal as a priest sleeping with his brother's on-again, off-again flame could be. Maybe they would burn in hell for what they were doing, but at least they were enjoying each other while they could.