eighty-seven

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Lydia POV

"Jordan," I pout opening the door to the villa that we were staying in for the next few days. After begging him, he finally told me that we were going to Santorini. I love this man! With all my fucking heart.

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"Look at the view!" I say placing my Chanel bag down on the couch and walking to the balcony which had a pool and a beautiful view

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"Look at the view!" I say placing my Chanel bag down on the couch and walking to the balcony which had a pool and a beautiful view. "Baby", I say turning around to see him ducking down to come outside. Tall people problems. Can't relate.

"I love it," I say walking up to him and he smiles. I wrap my arms around his waist and he leans down to peck my lips.

"I'm happy you love it, mamas." He says smiling down at me and then looking up at the view. I turn around and he wraps his arms around my neck as we enjoy the view.

"It's so beautiful," I say looking out at the water. "Right," He says kissing my forehead before I slip out of his grasp and walk back inside. I tour the villa with Jordan hot on my tail and once we get to the bedroom he sits down and pulls me to stand between his legs.

"Baby," I say resting my hands on his shoulders and he smiles. "We just got here," I say and he kisses his teeth.

"Okay and?" He questions earning a laugh from me. "We should settle in, shower, get dressed, and walk around the island," I suggest and he stares blankly at me.

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