Savannah
We landed on his private island a few hours later. The sea was cerulean blue, the sand was the perfect sienna. And when the waves come in it was like the sea was reaching out to me.
The sky was blue, the air was clean. Cleaner. I could see the stars.
"Do you like it?"
My husband wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulders.
"It's really yours?"
"Ours. It's ours, Signora Vitale."
I couldn't help but smile and relish in his warmth. His strength. His love.
"Thank you. It's gorgeous. It's perfect."
"I'm glad, Kitty. How about we go into the villa and sleep?"
I yawn. Five hours of plane s*x will you wipe you out. Who knew?
"Va bene."
I could feel his smile on my skin.
"You're leaning Italian?"
"Sorta. Can you teach me?"
His soft lips grace my throat
