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Chapter30
Aurora
We spent the entire morning in bed.
There Knight took me over and over again like he was making up for lost time and all the time he hadn’t been in my life.
We ended our wild session with a bath together in the freestanding stone tub that made me feel as if I’d been transported to some exotic spa in the Middle East.
While we sat together with my back pressed to his chest and his arm around me, he smoked a cigar and gave me a history lesson about the house and the island.
The house, or rather the Chateau de Botticelli, is over eight hundred years old. It was built on the island as a getaway for a noble family who worked for the King of France during the Middle Ages.
It was also a secret hiding place used to smuggle, hide people, and other things. To this day, it isn’t on any map.
Much of the house still bears some of the original features, like the stone walls and gargoyles on the roof and archways. Knight renovated the rest of the house himself.
It has its own beach and a narrow strip of land with a road that takes you back to the mainland of Saint-Tropez.
That’s where we are now.
We’re cruising down the road in Knight’s two-seater classic convertible that looks like something from a 1950s James Bond film.
We’re on our way to meet Knight's mom for lunch, and we'll be spending the rest of the day with her.
As we speed along, I admire the lustrous sea on either side of us. I've never seen anything like it. From far away, I’m sure we look like we could be driving in the sea.
I keep looking around, wondering if this is really happening to me.
Am I really in Saint-Tropez?
With him?
I glance at Knight. He looks at me, too, and flicks his finger across my thigh, playing with the hem of my skirt.
It turns out I did have clothes here. All packed by Denise. Knight had placed them in the walk-in wardrobe, which I didn’t see in my panicked state when I first woke up.
We’re going to be here for a week.
One week of just the two of us on a private island where we can get up to anything we want.
I keep thinking I’ll wake up from this fantasy soon. But I don’t want to. Something has shifted between us and I like it.
I felt that shift from days ago, maybe even before that.
It makes me feel nervous and excited at the same time.
Weeks ago, I would've thought this would've been the opening I sought to getting what I want for Sunset Cove, but I haven’t even thought about that since the first time we slept together.
This is the first time since we’ve been in each other’s lives that I’ve been thinking about myself.
Knight has opened a door to something inside me, and dare I say it, it feels good.
He glances across at me again and speeds up. “You're not nervous, are you?”
“Nervous?”
“About seeing my mother again so soon. If you don’t want her to do that painting of you, I’m sure she’ll understand.”
