The light of the moon reflected off of the now black water as it rested high in the sky. It was almost midnight and all of Ragusa was sleeping.
Well, all but one certain Italian.
Back at the hotel, Arnaldo was leaning on a balcony with his shirt removed and smoking a cigarette. He blew a small cloud of smoke from his lips and he watched as it flew into the sky. He looked down at fountain by the entrance and saw how some of the staff were leaving work and driving back home.
He felt a pair of slender arms wrap around his torso and Sarah's head on his shoulder, her hair falling down his back like a curtain. She pressed her bare chest against him as she nestled into his neck and let out a long sigh.
"Why do we keep doing this?" she asked, her voice slightly tickling him.
"Doing what?"
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