Astrid's POV
I couldn't stop my mouth from gaping as the cars zoomed past the bustling city and islands in the Bahamas. I was seated in an Audi—I guess my husband is obsessed with them—while he was at the wheel.
My eyes couldn't stop glancing at him often as he sat, leaning back in his seat as he controlled the car with one hand.
His shirt clung to his chest and skin, accentuating his broad frame and bulging muscles. His eyes were focused on the road, giving me more opportunities to peer at him beneath my lashes.
A strand of his hair kept falling on his face, causing him to keep pushing it off. I gulped, trying to control myself from leaning over and tucking it back into its place.
We drove past a sign marked 'Private Property,' and the car rolled to a stop in front of a two-story gla
