I see Lucas coming down the stairs, and I admit that he looks like a model from a magazine. He takes off his sunglasses and looks at me with a huge smile "you definitely have exquisite taste," he says, referring to the bottle of champagne.
"We should celebrate, don't you think?" I ask and stand up to go over him and kiss him.
I'm not sure how to explain it, but his hand holding me by the waist seems natural. It feels as if all the bad things had disappeared, and now we are ourselves. "Can I confess something?" Lucas asks me, looking at me with those blue eyes that I like so much and that now match the color of the sea.
"Anything you want," I answer confidently, and he smiles at me.
"From the first moment I saw you, that night at your house, I can't stop thinking about you. You have tak
