The Puerto Rican sky was a deep azure as Heather leaned on the terrace. She looked out beyond the seas and inhaled the salty air. She remembered that the last time that she had smelled the air was when she had too many questions and troubles and she held Naya's hand.

That time, everything never made sense. It never did. Naya was just there, but right now, everything seemed to fall into place…except for one thing. Speaking of which, she's going to tell her.

She went back to her room and went out to the hallway, Naya's room was partially open. She went inside and looked at Naya, who was snoring softly and her hands were raised above her head.

"Naynay…"

"Huh?" Naya growled.

"Good morning, do you want some breakfast?"

"I need sleep," Naya replied weakly.

"I'll cook you breakfast," Heather kissed the tip of Naya's nose, making it scrunch up.

Heather went to the kitchen and made a toast and jam breakfast. However, she made it extra special. She also made Naya a special coffee. She made it to a point that everything should be special. Because that day is special.

She put the food on a tray and carried it upstairs. Naya was still sprawled like an eagle on her bed, her hair slightly covering her forehead. Heather pushed the stray hair away, grazing her hand across the tan cheek.

Heather's breath hitched as she looked at the person who was her best friend, her angel, her saviour. Seeing Naya sleeping so peacefully almost made Heather cry. She stared at the woman who meant the world to her.

The blonde saw Naya open an eye. Then she stubbornly closed them and willed herself to sleep. However, Heather saw it as an edge to wake the Latina up. She tickled Naya's sides.

"I hate you," Naya growled.

"Just getting back on you."

"You said you'd make me breakfast," the Latina mumbled.

"I did."

With that, Naya opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. Heather cast her mischievous look and handed her a tray.

Naya couldn't help but smile at what Heather had done. The toast was intricately sided with jam, but seeing the coffee Heather had made almost made Naya yelp.

On the coffee foam, a chocolate power was delicately sprinkled so it formed a heart.

"Heath-" Naya looked up at Heather.

"Do you like it?"

"Very much. Thank you, Hemo," Naya said, her feet seemed to float in the mid-air.

"I'm happy you liked it."

They ate breakfast together and they decide to walk across the San Jose beaches. Naya put on her sunglasses and so did Heather. The both of them walked along the seashore, holding each other's hands and talking about things.

"Naynay…I want to be a writer," Heather said with passion.

"What? You know you don't have to work!" Naya was bewildered. She looked at Heather as if it was the most ridiculous thing Naya had ever heard.

"Well, I was thinking, my story was a unique one, so can you please let me do it and help me?" Heather looks at her with puppy-eyes.

Those damn eyes!

"Alright, fine. Make a blog," Naya said, while walking towards the shore. Suddenly, a familiar warmth hugged her from behind.

"I love you, Naya."

Naya's heartbeat seemed to run and her heart itself seemed to drop. Heather was behind her, telling her that she was in love with her.

Naya turned to face Heather.

"You don't rea-" her open mouth was met by a kiss. It took Naya several seconds for her brain to work into its proper operations again.

"Heath-"

"Shh…" Heather frantically kissed her. Naya's lips were very different from Taylor. Hers was heated, yet calm and soft but Taylor was aggressive. They pulled away for air, each of them was gasping.

"Are…are you doing this, Hemo…so you…can forget…him?" Naya's voice was barely audible.

"Naya…I want you to know how much I feel about you," Heather looked at her with pensive brows.

Was she hearing Heather correctly? She was confessing her love!

"Well, Heather…I wanted you to know too, that I had feelings for you since the first day we met, and I just kept it until I came too late…"

Heather's eyes were tearful. "I know, Naya…I'm sorry."

"The reason why I stayed here after your wedding was because I wanted to forget you. I'm sorry but I just love you so much, I can't even forget you and even if we can't really have the chance to get together, I tried to risk it all. Even if I don't get anything back."

"I'm not going anywhere Naya. Not now. Not ever. I don't want to make another mistake in love again Naya. I believe in us Naya. It might be hard, but we will manage. I love you so much. And I know that you love me too. With that we can conquer anything that life throws our way." Heather cupped Naya's face.

Heather's lips found Naya's and a battle for dominance begins. Naya pushed Heather onto the wet sand. She kissed Heather's forehead, then her eyes, her nose, and her lips. Naya pulled away and looked briefly at Heather.

"I love you so much, Hemo," Naya leaned back against a tree.

"I love you too," Heather replied.

"No. I love you three," Naya shot back.

"I love you four," Heather quipped. Naya opened her mouth to answer. But, Heather cut her off.

"Forever," Heather squeezed Naya's hand and kissed her knuckles then she leaned on Naya's chest.

"I'm glad we came here," Naya said, fidgeting Heather's fingers.

"Me too. I love being with you."

Naya let out a small chuckle and pulled Heather for a hug. She ran her fingers through the golden hair, which was hit by the Puerto Rican sun, making it glow.

"I love you so much Heather. So, so much that I can't even quantify it."

"Then don't. We don't have to figure it out," Heather leaned in and kissed Naya again. The Latina leaned back as Heather's hand travelled along her sides. Naya laid on the sand, and Heather kept on kissing her, tasting her, touching her, every thread of her flesh, and every piece of her skin.

If perfection has its flavour, well this one would be it.