Zephyr and I had our honeymoon in Santorini, Greece.
The air was rich with the scent of sea salt, citrus, and wine. I was glad to be there, especially after Zephyr admitted that it was his hometown.
It felt like I was stepping into his past.
Our villa was planted on the cliffside, overlooking the Aegean Sea. It had a private pool and every luxury you could think of, but it was the view that stole my breath every time.
Mornings began on the balcony, with me wrapped in Zephyr's arms and blankets, sipping coffee while the sun rose.
In the afternoons, we strolled through the narrow streets of Oia, eating olives, sampling wines, and pausing every few steps to kiss, laugh… to soak in the moment and take pictures.
The last part was mostly my idea. Zephyr hated taking pictures, especially
