𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉,
𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙
𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉?
♮.
❝You've lightened my darkness up, sunflower. I get lost in your deep...
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DAY ONE.
"I'm scared of the ocean, Nico!" I squealed, a giggle leaving my mouth. It's been a few hours since we landed here at Akaroa, New Zealand. We were supposed to sleep at the hotel first, but we ended up sleeping for more than five hours on the plane. We had ten hours of just us together, we talked about some things, happy things.
I guessed his favorite color: orange. It was kind of funny, how I guessed it right on my first try.
"I'll teach you how to swim." He smirked. I laughed and rolled my eyes at him. We were at the beach, it wasn't that cold. "Not here, at the private pool."
He looked around, an annoyed look written all over his face. What was wrong?
"What's wrong, Nico?" I looked around too.
He placed his hands on his hips, a frowning Nico looked at me. "Men here love to look."
I looked around, noticing a few people looking at me. Why were they even...oh, I laughed. I was wearing a bikini. "I can change if you want?" I asked.
He shook his head, taking my hand. "You look good in it, I love it."
I looked down, feeling like an idiot for melting just by his words. It has a huge impact on me, scary, but it's true.
My bikini was color yellow, with some sunflower imprints on the side. It was pretty cute when I saw it, so I bought it. I felt really happy that I wore it here, and it made me look good.
"So, swimming lessons?" he asked.
I looked up at him and nodded. "At the private pool?"
He nodded, "Yep. Ten kisses for an hour?"
I smiled, and he chuckled. Kissing me on my forehead, we walked back to our hotel. Ten kisses aren't enough, he'd go bankrupt if he ever tried business.
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"Swimming's easy when you don't think of anything bad," Nico explained. We were in the pool, having it all to ourselves. My hair was tied up tightly. Nico took his shirt off. I wanted to ask what his tattoos meant, knowing him— it must've had a past. Just like me. A past. And maybe... I can also get a tattoo. I smiled at the thought of me getting one.
