ALEXANDER’S POV
We stepped off the yacht just as the golden sun began to dip toward the horizon. She looked like something out of a dream…hair tousled by sea breeze, eyes lit from within after a day of laughter, food, and quiet moments that somehow meant more than words.
I reached for her hand as we walked down the dock toward the car waiting to take us back to the villa.
But then she turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper.
“When are we heading back?”
I stopped mid step.
Back?
I turned to face her, trying not to let my surprise show. “You want to leave already? I thought you were having fun.”
“I am,” she said quickly, too quickly. “It’s been… amazing. Really.”
Her eyes dropped, hands fidgeting. There was something behind her words…something strained and heavy.
