“I figure between the new list we made and the remaining items on this list, we can choose what else we want to do most.”
Brinley sniffs and wipes out a few tears before lowering the list and pinning a look on me. She shakes her head absently, that dreamy look forming in her eye. “We really did it,” she says. “We’re actually here in Italy together.”
“We are,” I say, stepping closer because I am dying to kiss her. “And whatever we don’t get to this time, we can save for our next trip here.”
“Exactly.” She lifts her chin and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say before kissing her again. I pull back to survey the grounds. “Wedohave this place to ourselves, you know?” I tell her.
Brinley refolds the list, tucks it into her pocket, and slides her hands up my chest. “Mmm, hmm,” she agrees.
“And I happened to spot a lovely little tent over there with a bed inside.” I point out where it is, further into a wooded area of the yard, surrounded by trees.
She glances over. “A tent?” But I watch her face as she spots it. “Wow, I’m not sure I’d call that a tent. It looks more like a palace.”
Itdoeslook better than I imagined it would. The addition was part of the cottage’s honeymoon package. A large, portable structure, bright against the shadows of the tall, surrounding trees. It is, essentially, a tent, but the lacy accents, sheer, flowing linens, and white, glowing lanterns give it a luxurious feel.
Brinley grabs me by the open shirt flap and tugs.
“Maybe we didn’t even need the cottage,” she says, nearly dragging me through the shrubs to get there. “We might just be happy with this place.”
We’re quick to unzip the door and close it behind us. The insides match the exterior. White on white bedding and rugs with live flowers placed amply throughout.
“Have I ever told you I’m crazy about you?” Brinley says in my ear. She gives me a playful nibble, letting me know the game has begun.
“No,” I whisper. I enjoy the feel of her hot breath on my neck as she plants a trail of kisses along my jaw.
I close my eyes to soak up the euphoria.
“I am,” she says.
We hurry onto the bed. I cover her body with mine, supporting my weight as I turn the tables in our game. I start by pressing a hot, lingering kiss at the hollow of her throat. Brinley tips her head to one side, giving me full access to the delicate curve of her neck.
I growl as I accept the offered flesh with a teasing bite. Slowly then, I taste my way up to her earlobe where I employ her tactic—the feel of my heated breath on her skin.
“Have I ever told you…” I start to say, pausing to please her with a sensual kiss just below her ear. “That I’m…azompire?”
She squeals as I graze my teeth along her skin. “No.”
“Iam.”I rush in and give her a love bite to prove it.
When Brinley lets out that soft, whiny whimper, I know I’ve already lost the game.Who First?It will be me each and every time.
After a few more teases, I rush in to enjoy the passion of her incredible kiss; I don’t mind losing the game, so long as I get to take the prize. And Brinley is a prize indeed. One that made those six days on Time Warp the most impactful days of my life—to that point, anyway.
As per tradition, Brinley and I welcomed Time Warp’s newest couple, a pair that agreed to outshine us by going one extra day. For the first time since the series began, the exes spent seven days under the lens of the show’s growing viewers, with Brinley and me eagerly among them.
But, of course, that’s another story.
I ponder what Brinley said earlier about our long-awaited trip to Italy. We really did make it. The sentiment goes beyond our venture here, though itissomething to celebrate in itself. But more importantly, we gave our love a second shot, overcame the things holding us back, and committed to repeating the pattern whenever necessary. I vowed to do my best to make her happy in sickness, health, poverty, or wealth, and I plan to do that very thing.
As true as it is that life is not always easy, I’m confident that a life lived with Brinley Ray, the girl who almost got away, will be more than I could have hoped for.
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