VALERIE
Throughout my life, I've been plagued by misery and pain, despite cherished memories.
How could I truly be happy?
The constant reminder of my mother's absence, living in the same house where she was murdered, haunted me. My stepmother, Regina, relentlessly rubbed salt in the wound, ensuring I never forgot.
I longed to forget, if only for a moment, the traumatic event that defined my life; to live in temporary oblivion even for a day.
Then, something changed.
My time with Reed was a balm to my scarred soul, bringing solace and peace. For the first time, I experienced life without nightmares, regrets, worries, or tears. I was finally free from the crushing guilt and misery that had shrouded me. Free from my toxic family.
And, for the first time, I knew genuine happiness.
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As I strolled along the beach at noon, my heart swelled with content. The waves crashed and the breeze caressed my skin, while the clear blue sky shone above.
I turned to meet Reed's gaze and though he didn't smile, I wasn't deterred.
During our time together, I'd seen him let his guard down, and I knew he was struggling with the fact that I'd gotten under his skin.
His intense stare never wavered as I approached him, and I couldn't help but blush at the memories of our intimate nights together. We'd grown closer since that fateful night on the terrace but had never crossed the line. Yet, I knew he cared for me, and that the moments we spent in each others company meant so much to the both of us.
He looked so hot as he as he lounged on the beach, his relaxed demeanor was evident in his undone button, revealing a glimpse of his chest. Hard, smooth and sexy.
I wanted to touch him.
The lightweight linen shirt he wore billowed gently in the sea breeze. The sun-kissed skin visible beneath the gap added a touch of warmth to his overall appearance, radiating a sense of tranquility and contentment as he soaked up the sun's rays and the soothing atmosphere of the beach.
He stood up as I reached him. Without a word, he pulled me into him. His spicy scent engulfed my senses as I clung to him.
“Let’s go back.” He said.
I nodded against him. He led me to the car he'd rented and we got in, Giorgos, driving us back to the hotel.
“Is there anywhere you'd like to go tomorrow?”
I looked at him. It was always like this. He'd ask me where I wanted to go and Giorgos will take us there. It was so thoughtful of him.
We'd been fortunate enough to explore a plethora of breathtaking destinations in Santorini. The picturesque Amoudi Bay, with its crystal-clear waters and charming fishing boats, left us in awe.
The iconic blue-domed churches, perched atop the rugged cliffs, were a sight to behold. And the historic Oía Castle, with its crumbling ruins and stunning vistas, was a treasure trove of memories.
We'd taken photos, capturing the essence of this enchanting Greek isle. We had since framed many of these precious moments, reliving the magic of Santorini every time we glanced at them.
I smiled at him and shook my head.
As captivating as the enchanting vistas and picturesque landscapes of Santorini were, I yearned for a more intimate experience with him. I wanted us to steal away from the crowds and chaos, and indulge in some precious moments of solitude together, and of course watching the beautiful sunset.
He nodded, without asking questions because like always, he knew what I wanted, what I thought without needing to voice them.
Reed was the not the perfect partner. He wasn't the sweet and caring husband most women dreamed about. He was unique in every sense.
He didn't need to be like most husbands, he was better and perfect. Not for anyone but for me. Just me.
