Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
By day six, I noticed Aldo was getting a bit restless. His jogs were longer. I caught him checking his emails while lying in the hammock, quickly putting his phone away if he saw me looking. He found an excuse to head to the main resort area and was gone for a while, making up the excuse of watching something on the screen in the lounge. I had no doubt he was answering emails and making calls.
Yesterday, he prowled the beach, jogged, swam. Made love to me until I was exhausted. But he didn’t say a word about being bored. The fact was that the man had no idea how to relax, but he didn’t want to ruin our honeymoon.
I watched as he headed directly into the ocean, diving under and swimming in the clear blue waves. I got up and joined him, floating around in the beautiful water. He swam close, pulling me to him and kissing me. I could taste the salt of the water on his lips and feel the heat of the sun on his skin.
“Good run?” I asked innocently.
“Yeah, it was great.”
“They have movie night at the main beach tonight if you want to go,” I offered. “Something different.”
He shrugged. “I’m happy here with you.”
“Anything special you’d like to do tomorrow? More parasailing? Go out on the boat?”
“Maybe the boat.”
“One last trip would be nice,” I said.
He frowned. “We can go as much as you want.”
I hooked my arms around his neck. “If there was something I wanted, could I have it?”
“Anything.”
“I changed our flights. We’re leaving tomorrow night.”
He gaped at me. “What?”
I laughed. “Aldo, you’re going stir-crazy here. If you keep jogging and fucking me to pass the time, one of us is going to end up dead from exhaustion.”
“No—we’re on our honeymoon! We can’t go back early.”
“Yes, we can. We can take another trip in a few months. A five-day one. I think that’s as long as you can handle.” I shook my head. “You aren’t so good with the whole relaxing thing.”
He looked crestfallen. “I’m sorry.”
I cupped his face. “I’m not. I’ve had a wonderful time, and I would love to come back. But we need shorter vacations until you can learn to unwind and separate.”
“I’ll try harder.”
“If you have to try to relax, then you’re missing the point. I’m not upset. As long as we go home together, that is all that matters.” I nestled my head onto his shoulder. “You can keep trying to get me pregnant there.”
He tightened his arms. “We do have a comfortable bed at home.”
“We do.”
“I could make you coffee in the morning.”
“You could.”
He looked down at me, clearly worried. “You wouldn’t be unhappy?”
“Promise me you’ll bring me back here for another week. Promise me we’ll do other short trips.”
“I promise.”
“Promise me you’ll tell me what you’re feeling so I can share it. Help you.”
His gaze softened. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never.”
“I don’t know how Luca did it for a month,” he confessed.
I laughed. “They traveled a lot, Justine told me. And he was in touch with Roman at times. You’ve been very good.”
“I answered some emails yesterday.”
“I know.” I drew in a breath. “You ready to go home and start our life?”
“Roman is going to laugh his ass off over this.”
“He’ll be thrilled you’re back. I bet his life has been boring as hell with us gone.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Take me home, Aldo.”
He crashed his mouth to mine.
“Absolutely.”