Olivia

The days blended together in a haze of sun, sea, and Alexander's touch. Every morning, I woke to either his arms around me or the smell of coffee and breakfast he'd arranged.

"Morning, beautiful," Alexander murmured against my ear one morning, his hand trailing down my stomach.

I stretched, feeling pleasantly sore from the night before. "What time is it?"

"Does it matter?" His fingers dipped lower, making me gasp. "We have nowhere to ...