Miracle- Noah Sebastian (SEQUEL TO THE GREY)

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*Noah's POV*

We've genuinely had such a good time on this vacation to the point that I don't want to leave.

We're about midway through our trip and we have primarily lounged around on the beach and the jacuzzi, eaten a lot of food, and honestly have had more sex than either of us could handle.

Today, we decided to go to all of the museums in the area since we love doing stuff like that. The Archaeological Museum of Mykonos literally felt so fragile that it felt like everything would shatter if you looked at it for too long. There were a ton of beautiful statues and older pieces of pottery that were in glass casings that were roped off so that people couldn't get too close to them. 

"I would love to have stuff like this one day," Sutton mused next to me. 

"What, this giant lion statue?" I picked at her, gesturing at the lion next to us that neither of us  were looking at.

She gave me an annoyed look that just translated with her eyes, no doubt that her mouth was flatlined under her mask. "I really love that vase," she pointed at one that had flowers etched into the molding.

"It's really beautiful," I mused with her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close to me. "Would you actually use something like that?"

"Absolutely not," she mumbled, looking up at me. I tried to kiss her forehead through my mask, but it was a little weird feeling in execution. "I would probably also put it in a case like this in fear that it would get shattered," she said honestly.

"Fair, but would you want to have cheaper vases around the house for actual flowers?"

"Yes, but there's no way that Penny would allow that to go well," she pointed out, making me just chuckle in response. We wandered through the rest of the museum with my arm around her shoulder, not caring that we're being lovey, annoying tourists. I don't love PDA, but fuck it, we're in a different country, so what does it matter? We stopped periodically to listen to different presentations, and thankfully the guides were multilingual. This is a pretty tourist-heavy part of Greece, to be fair. We listened to all presentations about the different artists that were on display here, enjoying the knowledge. I love that Sutton likes to do stuff like this with me. 

We stopped at a bakery called Gioras, which is one of the oldest bakeries on the island. We were told that we had to stop for their famous baklava, and our taxi driver was so right. "Can I marry the pastry chef instead?" Sutton picked at me after swallowing her first bite.

"Only if we can share them, yeah," I joked, making us both giggle like teenagers. I took a sip of espresso, enjoying the simplicity of how damn good it is. Sutton did the same, wincing at the black espresso, but making me laugh. "Take a bite and then take a sip of it," I recommended. She did as I said and widened her eyes at me to communicate how good it was. "Right?" 

"I totally get it," she mused. We happily ate our baklava and drank our espresso as we walked to the Rarity Gallery. This one was more about paintings as opposed to sculptures, so it's definitely different. All of the artwork was absolutely stunning. We honestly didn't have a lot of wit to spare, it was that good. It felt like we both were walking around just wide-eyed the entire time. When we finally exited, we were still just as silent.

We got a taxi and went to a place called VINOS which was technically a winery but it also had a good bit of food options, so this was going to be dinner. It felt like we couldn't do anything without touching each other in some capacity on this trip; we were constantly at least holding hands, but we did just have a very positive life change. I held the car door open for her after tipping the driver and helped her climb out of the car.