Emily’s POV

The villa was stuck to the cliff like it grew there. White walls, purple flowers everywhere, sea way down below.

The sun was already gone when we pulled up.

Dario carried me inside because my legs still felt like jelly from the plane.

He didn’t put me down till we were in the bedroom, doors wide opened, and curtains moved in the breeze.

We went straight to the outdoor shower.

He took my clothes off slowly, kissing every mark he left on the jet like he was sorry and ...