RYLEE POV
Time had raced by, each day merging effortlessly into the next. Viggo and I were fully immersed in our shared experiences, our days brimming with adventure and thrill. The whirlwind of activities left me both invigorated and drained. Whether we were discovering new destinations or sharing tender moments aboard the yacht, every moment spent with him was nothing short of magical.
“There’s a fantastic restaurant in a nearby city,” Viggo proposed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “They say it’s among the finest in the area. What do you think about checking it out?”
I beamed, warmed by his enthusiasm.
“Absolutely, let’s do it! But afterward, I wanted to return to the yacht. Sleeping there has been such a delight.”
As our trip approached its conclusion, I could feel the heavine
