The villa was silent except for the distant crash of the Mediterranean against the rocks below. A lizard skittered across the terracotta tiles of the balcony.
“Did you get it right?”
Turning her head on the pillow, she studied his profile. Strong jaw, dark lashes against his cheeks, a small scar near his eyebrow he’d gotten surfing in Portugal. This was their third… meeting? Tryst? She didn’t like labels. She liked the way his hands felt on her hip bones, like he was anchoring himself to something real. x art gianna morning tryst
“Stay,” he said. It wasn’t a question. The villa was silent except for the distant
“How so?”
He lifted her then, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her back toward the tangled sheets. The sun climbed higher, spilling across the bed as he lowered her down. Strong jaw, dark lashes against his cheeks, a
She traced the scar near his eyebrow. “Make me breakfast first.”