NIA’S POV
We’d spent the entire day holed up in the villa…just the two of us, wrapped in blankets, watching movies, ordering every sinful thing on the room service menu, and laughing until our stomachs hurt. The sliding doors were open, letting in the ocean breeze as we lounged in bed, limbs tangled, no makeup, no expectations, just us. It was perfect.
Alexander was scrolling through the movie options again, trying to decide between a thriller or another ridiculous rom-com he’d pretend to hate but secretly enjoy.
I looked over at him, spooning a chocolate-covered strawberry into my mouth. “Okay, hear me out.”
He raised a brow but didn’t look up. “That usually means trouble.”
“Let’s go to the bar.”
That got his attention. “Now?”
“Yeah,” I said, sitting up. “We’ve been in here
