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Looking down to my phone, I go back to my other messages and find a huge stream from Ireland wanting to know where I am, why Harrison was demanding my passport information, and what the hell is going on. I instantly feel guilty for not thinking to check earlier. It’s not like me to just disappear and I feel awful just abandoning her without letting her know what’s going on. Working out what the time might be back in Vegas, I hit call on her number and put my phone to my ear, preparing myself for what she might have to say.
“You’re where? On your what?” she squeals so loudly I have to pull my phone away.
“I’m in Greece on my honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon! Explain, Summer,” she demands.
“Your parents are going to freak out, Sum,” she says when I finished telling her everything.
“Don’t,” I groan. I’m not looking forward to that phone call.
“Seriously. They’re going to be pissed. They haven’t talked to you because you moved to Vegas—at least that’s the same country—but London? They’re going to lose their shit.”
“Please, stop,” I beg, not wanting to think about what they’re going to say.
“Are you really sure about this? It’s a huge thing you’re doing to be with him.”
Ireland eventually has to get off the phone for her hot date but I can tell she has plenty more she wants to say.
Leaning against the doorway and watching Harrison sleep, a wave of peacefulness washes through me. I push away everything Ireland said about my family and my future and focus on what I have here—a gorgeous man who loves me and wants to support my dream. The excitement begins to take over the fear that had started to eat at me when I think about my new start. It may have only been a few months since I embarked on what I thought was my new life in Vegas, but I’m now realizing that was just a stop-gap as I waited for Harrison to sweep me off my feet. He told me that was what he was going to do when I found him in that hotel suite, and as I look around me I can honestly say that’s exactly what he’s done.
Pulling the comforter from the bed, I drag it out to where Harrison’s silently sleeping on the decking and cover him up. I want to lie with him but I know there’s no chance of me falling asleep. My body clock was already screwed from working nights, but suddenly finding myself in Europe, I don’t know which way’s up. As quietly as I can, I rummage through the art supplies he arranged for me until I’ve got what I need. Then I sit on the bed and begin something I’ve been dying to sketch—my husband.
Harrison
I’m awakethe second the sun rises over the horizon. Looking to the person snoring lightly next to me, I can’t help but smile. She looks so peaceful and beautiful with her hair fanned out over the cushions and my shirt just hiding her bare breasts from me. My already hard cock twitches but I keep my hands to myself—for now. Running my eyes down her body that’s mostly covered by the blanket, they come to a stop when they find an open sketchbook by her feet. Picking it up and turning it over, my breath catches at what I find staring back at me. The likeness to what I see when I look in a mirror is unbelievable. She’s captured me perfectly, probably without putting too much effort in. Her talent is incredible; how she hasn’t already been discovered is beyond me. My need for the bathroom, unfortunately, drags me away from our outside bed.
When I reappear a while later after showering and finding a clean pair of boxers, she sits up, her eyes finding mine as I walk towards her looking more beautiful than ever with the morning sun lighting up her blonde hair and making her look angelic.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning,” she croaks.
“Here.” I hand her one of the mugs of coffee I made and she smiles sleepily at me. “What time did you fall asleep?”
“No idea. I think it’s going to take me a while to adjust,” she admits.
“We’ve got time. I saw you’d been busy. It’s incredible, Summer.” I flick my eyes over to her sketchbook before looking up to her flushed face. My cock swells seeing the blush to her cheeks; I can’t get enough of her innocence.
“You just looked so peaceful,” she whispers shyly and casts her eyes out to sea.
“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I’ll be your muse any day.”
When her eyes come back to me, they’re darker than a few minutes ago. “Is that right?”
“Anything for you, remember?”
“I’ll remember that,” she says, her eyes dropping to my half-naked body. I think I know where her thoughts are going.
“Would you like breakfast? We’ve got a basket of fresh fruit.”
“Sure.”
She throws the covers back and goes to get up. “No, stay there. Relax.” Smiling down at her, I drop a kiss to the end of her nose before walking back towards the villa. Her eyes are on me the entire time and when I look back I catch her staring at my arse. “Careful, or I’ll forget all about breakfast, beautiful.” Her cheeks flush the way I love before I turn back to where I’m going. I watch her through the window as she turns over and looks out to sea. Her legs are stretched out and my shirt’s just about covering her bare arse. My mouth waters as I think about going back out to get my fill, but knowing I need to feed my girl has me rearranging myself and continuing to the kitchen.
She doesn’t move until she hears me walking her way. Flipping over so elegantly, I don’t get a look at what I really want, but I can’t feel too disappointed—she is naked under my shirt, after all.
“W…what’s that?” she asks sceptically when she sees the little box alongside our breakfast.
