The Runaway Professor

8. Italy's spell

            ...The streets as if taken out of a painting, I could not even put into words the fascination my mind had to go through. Smaller, older shops and varieties of gastronomies lined the sides of mine. Perfectly trimmed and green bushes followed the pathways. And in the middle of it all, the cherry red convertible I was seated in. No matter who sat in a car as such, no one cared. The vehicle was a dream and all one could see.

Through the drivers door entered the blonde with big sunglasses on her nose. White teeth exposed by her cool crimson lips.

The airy white dress she wore left me questioning whether this truly was no dream or if I was still drunk on a missed opportunity a week prior. I was not though. I was not caught in a dream nor did I miss an opportunity.

Her alabaster skin carefully coated by a thin and much warmer shade of white fabric, she had draped around her shoulders.
A similar colored satin scarf was placed in my lap. "You might want to protect your hair," she replied witch such grace, the slight husk to her tone doomed me to expose an idiotic grin. A stupid and yet inevitable at that too.

"Are we in a movie, Evelyn? Or is it a book? Because either way, I couldn't be more into it," admitting my thoughts was my newest character trait I decided.

"Whatever you want it to be." She smiled and the sun hit her face, although it was just half of it I was granted to view I was stunned.

The wind whooshed into her hair, tousling strands and I had not before seen such grace within anyone. A quality I surely would not forget about. How could I force myself to forget about Evelyn? Simper on my lips, I grinned about the idea of wanting to forget about any of this.

Whilst her hair still remained composed, I would expect to feel the messy strands and tightened knots in the ends when stroking along it. I found neither.

"So, what will we pretend to be to others?" The woman turned her head, for a brief moment and placed her hand slightly above my knee. "An affair? A married couple?"

I could have thrown idea after idea into the conversation, yet these two options seemed the most tempting for me. A thrill ran through me and it may have been wrong, but truthfully, who cared? Summer me gave no less than two fucks.

That gorgeous smile plastered upon her lips, exposing just one dimple to me, this time. Soft wrinkles lined up in a queue besides the corner of her lips. Brushing the strand covering my sight behind her ear, the radiating pull towards her skin grew intense. Fingers lingering on her cheek for a little longer, I enjoyed the way she felt. Warm and soft. Alive.

Stroking along my thigh with tender and playful motions, she had brought my attention back to the street.

"I do believe you will not know what I decide for us to be anyway, if I talk to someone, will you now?" She teased and I gasped in slight shock at that.

Teasing was her second nature. From the moment we had met she loved to play with me.

"You are already messing with me? Baby, we are not even at the beach!" I laughed and threw my head back. "Besides, I will make sure they won't get the wrong idea when I tongue fuck your mouth like last night and leave you all flustered."

Chuckling she took my hand and placed a kiss to the palm. "Don't you worry. We are not here for others. Italy is just for the two of us. The journey is the goal, not the destination itself."

"Honeymoon then? Mhm... Seems about right, after you kidnapped and married me in secrecy you now reward me with a vacation as an early birthday present." Pleased with my proposal, I nodded. "My parents must be furious. Lord and Lady..."