For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

SOUTHERN ITALY LOVING AND SUMMER VIBES

MONTHS LATER...

The sun came through the window, breaching through the window curtains blowing them in the summer breeze; the fabric floated in the air like the softest of feathers. It went up in an ark and then came down softly.

The little house stood perfectly hidden by one of the roads that led to the river further down. Made of old stone that gave it a terracotta colour, it had two different floors, an amazing garden in the back and a pool - that was a natural water tank. The trees inched forward towards the house, helping to keep cool despite the rising temperatures of the scorching summer. Time here had no value. It had no power. It didn't matter.

They could've arrived a week ago or almost a year. It was the same. The house had no clocks, and no calendars; the mobile phones were kept in a drawer, only used for emergencies, and the computers were stored in an empty room occasionally used for work. The landline that connected to the house was the major source of communication - it was just them.

The pantry was full, as was the fridge. The old piano in the corner was not being played now, but it was every night as they played with the keys. All the bedrooms and bathrooms have been explored to their full potential. All of them, except the attic: that was a secret place. A creative place. Where art was born out of the creative juices that rushed through his veins.

A new day brought more sun and more heat. The windows of the house were completely open, to welcome the night breeze but now it was slowly getting warmer.

As the curtains lifted again in the air, it showed two bodies laying on a bed. The white sheet, covered their modesty as they slept in different positions. The dark-haired one had his head under a pillow, laying on his stomach, while the one with a moth tattoo lay on his side with his arms hanging out of the bed. They were calm, taken in by the sleeping Gods. Their bodies were sunkissed, with the constant smell of river water and sunscreen. They were lazy and in love, a perfect combination to have during these hot summer days and velvety nights.

No alarm clocks, but the neighbour's chickens did the honours of announcing a new day. They made a good presence in this little Italian village: their eggs came from next door, the fruits from a farmer down the road who made sure to give them the sweetest figs, the juiciest lemons and the most delicious peaches. The bread was delivered every morning by an old lady on a loud motorcycle, as was the milk.

Their car was parked under the tree and had been there for days now, as they usually roamed around town by bicycle leaving the car only for big shopping necessities. That was life. There was enough room to create, build, love and be loved. Months of nothing but themselves without ever getting tiring.

Sure, there were arguments. Every couple had arguments, especially a couple like them who had so much on their plates and whose history was so complicated. But every argument or discussion was solved through conversation. Even if it meant one of them walking away for a moment to cool off. They never went to bed angry and always made sure, to be honest about their emotions. When it was overwhelming, confusing or left them anxious, they'd always sit down and talk it out.

In bed, their love gained form. The perks of being in an isolated house are that no one could hear them scream out of pleasure. On those particularly hot days, the shades would be drawn, the house immersed in complete darkness with the ceiling fan going around above their heads while they moaned each other's names.

It was sinful but so delicious. Every detail was enough to make them lose their minds: tasting the juice of the peaches on each other's lips or softly tasting the wine on the tip of their tongue; the salt of their sweat right off the skin or the hairs glued to the back of the neck; heavy breathing due to effort of movement or how silky their names became when rolling out of their mouth. New peaks, new feelings, new emotions. Everything inside that terracotta house by the river.