Page 93 of Trust Me

“I don’t. What I find funny is how overprotective you’re being. I’m fine. There’s no harm in them being around me.”

“Logically, I know that, but emotionally I can’t handle the thought of anything happening to you.” His words warm my chest, making their way to my heart.

I put my plate down on the coffee table, along with his as I straddle his lap. I stroke his beard with one finger, smoothing the crease in his forehead with the other. “I’m going to be okay. I appreciate you caring about me so much. It does something to me, you know,” I bite my lip, rocking my hips against his.

“I’m going to take the utmost care of you,” he states. “But first, let’s eat so I can get to my dessert.”

I’ve never inhaled my breakfast so quickly in my life.

Elio planned the entire day for us, which has been without a doubt the best day of my life.

After breakfast, Elio followed through and had me for dessert, which led to us having sex in the water this time, since our cabana’s back end is secluded.

We then finally made it out of the room, where we went on a hike, trailing through the island’s lush tropics. At the top, we explored an extinct volcano with our guide. On the way down, we rode an ATV, and I laughed the entire way down from pure joy coursing through my body.

Elio rented a jeep and drove us around the island as we explored its depths and culture beyond the resort. We had lunch at a food truck, sitting on a picnic bench as locals offered us various fruits to try from their stands.

After lunch, we ventured to the beach, where we rented a jet ski to take out. Elio and I raced and tried our best to spray one another on them. We finished up the day by getting to pet stingrays.

All in all, it was amazing. So full of life, color, new people, and experiences.

When we got back to our room, we took a nap, my body demanding some rest from the eventful day. Elio and I slept for about an hour, and upon waking up, he told me I had an hour to get dressed and ready for dinner, the two of us.

The wedding is in two days, so this is our last night to ourselves until then, as we have the rehearsal dinner tomorrow and Elio needs to do his groomsmen activities.

I’m finishing the final touches on my hair, curling the ends as I let it flow freely. My face is bare as per usual, with only a nude lipstick painted across my lips. My two-piece outfit is a bit much, but I couldn’t resist it when I saw it online.

This outfit wasn’t appropriate for a wedding by any means, but it’s perfect for tonight and I can’t wait to see Elio’s face when I walk out in this. It’s a sky-blue color. The top part is a bandeau, leaving my stomach bare except for a gold chain that crosses my stomach. The skirt hugs my body from below my belly button to my toes.

My sandals match the gold across my stomach, as well as my earrings and bracelet.

I spray some perfume across my chest, neck, and wrists. Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I exit our bathroom, finding Elio leaning against the frame of the door leading to the balcony outside.

He’s facing the sun that’s lowering into the water, painting the sky with swoops of purple, pink, and orange. I eye him up, taking in his white shorts, rolled up minty blue button-up and white boat shoes.

He looks so damn good, I can feel my pulse already picking up and he hasn’t even turned around.

I begin to pad across the floor, stopping once I reach his back. I wrap my arms around him from behind, resting my head against his back. His hands cover mine, releasing my grip as he turns to face me.

His eyes trail my body, rapidly up and down like he’s not sure where to look first. His lips part, a shaky breath passing through them. “Wow,” he mumbles, looking speechless. “Dolcezza, you look fucking exquisite.”

My heart lurches forward in my chest, beating rapidly at his silvery words. They cover me up in so much damn love and affection, I can barely stand it. I love him so much, and I think it’s about time that I tell him.

But before I get there, he speaks. “Let’s get going before I keep you here instead of the dinner I planned.”

I chuckle, lacing my fingers with his as he walks us out of the hut, onto the boardwalk, down a path that leads to a secluded part of the boardwalk.

My breath hitches in my throat at the sight. There are fairy lights strung overhead from post to post, rose petals on the walkway, a bouquet of them on the white cloth-covered table that faces the sunset, a perfect view of the volcano in the distance.

He pulls out my chair for me, his hand on my lower back as he guides me into it. It feels unnecessary to me in a sense. I can sit down perfectly fine on my own, but at that moment, it feels vital.

Like his hands on me are a need rather than a want.

There are two bottles of rosé on the table, and Elio uncorks one, pouring us each a glass. I sip the bubbly sweetness, savoring every drop. This might be the best rosé I’ve ever tasted, and I don’t even want to ask how much it cost. I’m going to enjoy it instead, along with this night with him, considering it might be the most romantic thing he’s done.

Although flying on his jet to another state and back in one day to get a dress I like ranks pretty high.

Our conversation is light and easy, and the glasses of wine are going down nicely. Our food was delicious, paired with a local dessert called banana poe, made with no eggs, of course. It was amazing and had me jotting it down in my notes for a possible recreation on my channel.

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