Shadows of the Heart

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 32: 𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒆

The morning sun peeked through the hotel curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Pete stirred first, feeling the warm embrace of Vegas's arms around him. He gently extricated himself, not wanting to disturb Vegas's rest. He turned to see Vegas's eyes flutter open, a soft smile forming on his lips.

"Good morning," Vegas whispered, his voice still hoarse but stronger than the night before.

Pete leaned in and kissed Vegas gently. "Good morning, love. How are you feeling?"

"Much better," Vegas replied, his smile widening. "Thanks to you."

Pete's heart swelled with relief and affection. "I'm so glad. I was so worried about you."

Vegas sat up, pulling Pete into his arms. "You took such good care of me, Pete. I don't know what I would've done without you."

Pete blushed, looking away shyly. "You'd have done the same for me."

They stayed like that for a few moments, just holding each other, before the realization hit them that today was their last day in Greece. They had a flight back to Paris in the afternoon, and there was still so much to do.

"We should start packing," Pete said reluctantly.

Vegas nodded, but a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Let's take our time. We can pack later."

Pete chuckled, understanding the look. "We do have a few hours..."

They spent the morning lazily, sharing lingering kisses and intimate moments, savoring the last bit of their time in Greece. The room was filled with the sound of their laughter and whispered confessions. Each kiss and touch was tender, a reminder of their love and the bond that had only grown stronger during their trip.

When they finally got up, they packed their bags, reminiscing about their adventures. Vegas carefully folded his clothes, while Pete organized their souvenirs and mementos from the trip.

"Remember when we played in the rain?" Pete said, folding a shirt.

"How could I forget?" Vegas replied, placing their souvenirs carefully in his suitcase. "That was one of the best days."

"And the food," Pete added, smiling. "I don't think I've ever eaten so well in my life."

Vegas nodded in agreement. "We'll have to find some good Greek restaurants in Paris to keep the magic alive."

After packing, they checked out of the hotel and decided to have a leisurely brunch at a nearby café. The streets of Athens were bustling with life, and they enjoyed their last meal in Greece, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere.

"This place has been magical," Pete said, sipping his coffee.

Vegas reached across the table and took Pete's hand. "It really has. But I'm also excited to get back to Paris and start our next chapter there."

They spent their remaining time walking through the streets, visiting a few more shops, and taking in the sights. They stopped by a quaint bookshop, where Pete bought a collection of Greek poetry, and Vegas found an old map of Athens to frame as a souvenir. They wandered through an artisan market, picking up handmade trinkets and sampling local delicacies.

As the time for their flight approached, they headed to the airport, hand in hand. The cab ride to the airport was quiet but filled with a sense of fulfillment and contentment.

The flight back to Paris was uneventful, filled with quiet moments of reflection and anticipation. They held hands during takeoff, sharing silent glances that spoke volumes about their excitement and the memories they were bringing home.