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“I’m sorry… I didn’t realize it would affect—”
He silenced me with a kiss and pulled me close. “I’ll be fine. I had to get over it someday, and today’s that day.”
“I love you.”
“Precious,” he whispered, and we returned our attention to the surroundings. I took my phone out to capture videos and photos of this breathtaking scenery.
“You’re so perfect.” He groaned in appreciation. “Let me take some pictures of you.” He quickly grabbed his phone and captured photos of me.
We sailed along the Sorrento coast, admiring the main attractions like the natural waterfall in Marciano, Cala di Mitigliano, and Punta Campanella. Each attraction offered a fifteen-minute stop, but due to excessive wind, we couldn’t stay for long.
My favorite part was visiting the waterfall. I took off my shoes and dived into the water, swimming over to the falls. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Clothes can dry, but memories last forever.
“Azzaria, are you okay?” Concern was etched all over his face, as if he wanted to drain every sea in the world, fearing I might be hurt.
“I’m fine, but I’ll need a towel,” I giggled and swam around for a bit. The waterfall was cold and refreshing. I took the time to carve our names, “Azzaria and Dillon,” onto a nearby stone when I noticed an inscription spot.
“Ah,” the captain said when he saw me carving. “It is said that when you write the names of you and your lover, it brings blessings and health.” How fitting? That’s exactly what we needed in our relationship.
As it was time to return to the boat, Dillon met me at the steps with a towel and helped me on board.
“If you had told me we were going on a boat ride, I would’ve brought a swimsuit in my bag for you. But no, you keep this trip a secret.”
“It’s fun seeing your reactions, and a little boob slip in the water was a minor price to pay,” I admitted.
His expression hardened, revealing pure ice. “Did anyone see my girls?” He looked down at my breasts.
“No.”
“Good. If they did, I’d have to gauge their eyes out,” he flatly stated, beginning to dry my hair with the towel. I looked at him in disbelief, but it didn’t entirely surprise me. “I’m serious. If I could erase the memory of every man who’s seen you naked before me, I would.”
“I’d do the same for every woman you’ve been with,” I countered.
“That would solve all our problems, baby. I don’t mind.” I laughed, albeit nervously. His intensity was alluring, but he would eventually have to let go of his murderous thoughts.
Our next stop was White Grotta on Capri Island, Italy. We were about to get a tour of the island, so we let Alessandro exit the boat first. Dillon lifted me out, even though he got his clothes wet. I got a free ride out of it, which was a win-win.
“Welcome to Capri Island. We’ll briefly explore its key areas. The ancient Greek ‘Teleboi’ first settled here, shaping its rich culture. Capri has 12 churches, 7 museums, and many monuments, though appointments are needed for church entry.”
“Is it fact or fiction that Capri is primarily composed of limestone and sandstone?” Dillon asked.
“Fact,” Alessandro clarified, “It’s absolutely true. Due to the island’s location in water, it erodes easily, but the limestone’s rapid regeneration compensates for that.” Dillon expressed his approval and continued walking.
When it comes to beauty, this was the epitome. Nothing could surpass the tranquility and serenity I was experiencing. I felt like I could be swallowed by the ground, and I’d still be content. There was a vendor on the roadside with a stall and he was selling souvenirs. From snow globes, to pens, to keychains and trust me, I wanted it all. Dillon must’ve seen me ogling the stand when he insisted that we walk over there.
“Pick whatever you want,” he said, taking a phone call, “I need to take this.”
I gripped his arm and shot him an annoyed look. “We’re on vacation; can’t it wait until we return in less than two days? Who’s calling you anyway?”
“It’s Reyes, and I have no idea why he’s calling, but he’s my lawyer, so I have to see what’s up,” Dillon explained as he stepped away to answer the call privately.
There wasn’t much I wanted, but I picked up a key ring for myself, a tiny map to hang up in the living room and then some other small items for our friends back home.
“Foto?” The vendor asked, looking above my head. When I turned around, our gaze met Dillon as he returned to the stand. “Sì, vogliamo una foto. Possiamo farla incorniciare? Se sì, due per favore,” Dillon said.
The vendor nodded at Dillon and retrieved his camera. “Baciala! Rendilo romantico!” he exclaimed. I couldn’t quite process that, but Dillon swiftly and passionately kissed me, capturing the most beautiful kiss we had shared. There was an abundance of happiness flowing between us, and what made it even more special was that he captured it on camera.
We pulled away from the kiss, and Dillon asked if we could view the photo before printing and framing it. The image was a work of art, and I would undoubtedly hang it in my room.
