XENIA
Matteo’s car roof was open and my hair was in the wind the entire ride.
Normally, I’d have bugged whoever was at the wheel about our destination if I didn’t know it, but I didn’t see the need to do so with Matteo. It didn’t matter where he took us, I knew I’d be perfectly happy as long as we were together. Something about his presence brought me peace and contentment.
We could drive to the ends of the earth and his presence would be all the comfort and sustenance I’d need to enjoy it.
“Sweetheart, we’re here,” he announced as we turned towards the gate of what was undoubtedly a beach house.
I stuck my head out and beamed at the lovely exterior of the house, my eyes scanning the grey and silver theme of the house. I silently drank in the beautiful flowers that surrounded the fron
