It’s our last night at The Aurelia, but I don’t want to think about that. It’s just going to spoil the mood and I want to soak in every last second of this incredible vacation.
“Let’s pick two stars,” I say as we soak in the hot tub, looking up into the night sky. “One for you and one for me.”
We’re glued beside each other, sipping on cocktails, naked like we’ve been all day. I lost count how many times we’ve had sex today. It’s got to be in the double digits.
“Why?” Adrian asks, grinning at me. “When I think of you, I don’t think of stars. You’re more like the sun I’m orbiting around.”
I kiss his shoulder and then rest my head on it as I look up at the shining stars.
“I want to have stars for us, so wherever we are in life, we can look up at the night sky and remember this moment. I just don’t want to forget.”
“Forget what?”
“Forget this…” I say, feeling a twinge of melancholy. “Forget how we are together.”
“Why would we forget?” he says, shifting in the hot tub. I lift my head off his shoulder and take a sip of my rum punch as I watch him. “We’re going to be together.”
I hope that’s true, but…
Vacation romances are just that. Vacation romances. They never last when you mix in the real world. It’s all promises and love bombing and good intentions fuelled by gorgeous sunsets, tanned skin, sexy bathing suits, and strong drinks. They’re not real. I have to remember that.
I’ve been indulging in the fantasy of continuing this romance with Adrian, but I don’t know. It just feels unrealistic. We live in two different worlds.
“I’ll take that star on the left,” I say, pointing to a shiny one that’s next to another. It’s just the two of them out there inthe dark universe, their light shining from within. “And you can have the one on the right.”
“No thanks,” he says as he holds me tight. “I have my star right here. And if I need to remember it, all I’ll have to do is turn my head and look at you because you’re going to be right by my side.”
I smile as I sink into his arms, letting myself indulge in the fantasy a little longer. It’s the last night, so what’s the harm?
Vacation romances…
They’re a hell of a beast.
I just hope it doesn’t take me too long to get over.
But I already know there’s no getting over this man.
You don’t get over something like this.
You just push forward bravely and try to move on.
Broken heart and all.
CHAPTER TEN
Adrian
Ican’t believe the week is already over.
Maya’s suitcase is waiting at the door and it feels like my heart is breaking. I know it isn’t the end of this. It can’t be. You don’t walk away from something this good.
“How do I even bring all this home?” she asks, looking at the pile of extravagant dresses and jewelry on the bed. “Can I even pass through customs with all this?”
“I’ll take care of it,” I tell her with a heaviness in my chest. “We’ll load it up on my private jet and I’ll pay any customs that are due.”
She seems hesitant as she stares at it all.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, sitting on the bed.
