Page 12 of Consumed By Fire

We finish almost together and I admire another masterpiece. "Tell me what you think."

I’m speechless. She has painted a magnificent sunset. The sun hides inside the clouds, coloring the sky and the sea below with a soft orange, while on the horizon a row of birds chases the sun. She was right: relaxing but also romantic. I’d like to witness one of these sunsets by the sea, with her in my arms.

"Are you still dreaming of the beach? Or don't you like it?” she asks. I hug her from behind, admiring this masterpiece.

"It's unique. As unique as you are,” I whisper, kissing her head while she leans on me.

I'd stay here forever, except that the smell of paint is getting stronger.

"We better go," I say and she nods.

I take the bag and we leave the house.

"I'll follow you in my car. See you later,” I say, throwing the bag in the back seat. I need a shower. After a full day of painting, I feel exhausted, but thanks to Charlotte's help, the house is ready to be furnished.

7

CHARLOTTE

What a day! I need a shower, even if it means I no longer have his smell on me. Being in his arms is an inexplicable, fantastic, unique feeling.

I drive to Paradise. Dylan, in his Mustang, follows me.

We park in the garage and go up to the house. I take him to the east side of the building. It’s the private part, not accessible to B&B guests.

"This will be your room. If you need anything, this is my room,” I say, pointing to the room next to his.

"Thank you very much, Charlotte."

"See you over there. I was thinking of making steak with roast potatoes and salad."

"Sounds good," he replies. I nod and go to my room to take a much-needed shower.

I start cooking while my favorite song plays in the background. I move my hips, dancing as I turn to put the salad on the table. Then I see Dylan leaning against the door frame, looking at me.

"Will you grant me this dance?"

"Do you dance salsa?" I ask in amazement. He takes my hand and guides me in a fabulous dance. We continue throughout the song, not missing a step.

"Where did you learn to dance?" I ask him as the song ends.

"My mother is a dance teacher and used to take me with her when I was a child. It was fun learning to dance."

"I'm amazed. You dance very well."

"Thanks. You too,” he says as I go to turn off the stove and plate our steaks.

"The wine is in the fridge. Choose which one you want,” I say before heading to the dining room.

"I took the Syrah. I hope it goes well."

"Interesting choice, and it’s great with this steak."

We sit at the table and have dinner while we talk, getting to know each other better.

"What about your parents? You've never talked about them," he says. His eyes are on me while sipping the wine.

"Dad is a lawyer and my mom is an event planner."

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