We finally touched back down in Italy. The flight was long and I drank one too many glasses of vodka.
I could always blame Simón for getting me drunk, but he was worse than me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this carefree before.
He’s been laughing and smiling, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
It’s surprisingly pleasant.
His company isn’t so bad—he’s also easy on the eyes which makes it tens times better.
Simón is so sexy that I forget how to breathe at times. It’s like he was made from the cover of a Forbes magazine.
He’s handsome in all the right rugged ways. Not to mention his ocean blue eyes that would make every woman in the world swoon over them.
I’m also mesmerized by his toned and muscular body that is covered in unique tattoos that make me want to touch th
