Now, under the shower spray, she let herself think about what these fourteen days might hold. What it meant that he'd planned this. That he'd built this island paradise specifically for her. That he was willingly stepping away from his world for two weeks just to be with her.
By the time she got out of the shower, she was smiling.
She dried off and looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was already starting to tan from yesterday's sun exposure. Her hair was damp, falling in waves down her back. She looked relaxed. Happy. Like a woman who wasn't carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Eve dressed in a short white linen skirt and a fitted tank top, then pulled on her bikini underneath. She'd seen a beach pool on the grounds yesterday during the tour, smaller than the infinity pool, but more intimate, designed for actual swimming rather than lounging.
She made her way through the villa toward the terrace, following the sound of voices.
