A large, soft body pounced on him, burying Charles's head entirely.
Everyone on the dock watched in surprise at the scene before them, although they had heard that their Governor had an unusual relationship with the Governor of Hope Island, seeing it in person was still very unexpected.
"Elizabeth, let go of me, I can't breathe," Charles gasped.
The suffocating embrace had just ended when sweet, fragrant red lips pressed against his.
Beside them, Lily's eyes widened as she watched, her look tinged with naive envy toward their affection.
After a full three minutes, the two parted, breathing heavily. Elizabeth's hands clung to Charles's arm, as they walked toward a white limousine nearby.
That entire day, the sailors from Hope Island didn't see their Governor again.
When they next saw Charles, it was at the noon banquet the following day.
A blush-faced Elizabeth raised her wine glass to the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's toast to our allies from Hope Island!"
