Zac's POV
We'd left Atlanta early that morning, with Fatima still half-asleep, rubbing her eyes and mumbling about how I was "up to something." I hadn't told her where we were going, only that it was going to be unforgettable. And she knew better than to press me. I think part of her secretly loved the mystery.
I'd gone all out to keep this destination a surprise. The plan was simple but effective: headphones and a blindfold, so she wouldn't have a clue where we were flying. Our boss from LA Love had let us use his private jet, and I was grateful for it. It was just us, a flight crew that knew how to keep quiet, and the anticipation that hung between us.
When we got to the private hangar, Fatima raised an eyebrow at me. "Really?" she said, eyeing the headphones and blindfold I pulled out of my bag.
I grinned, walking up behind her and gently tying the blindfold over her eyes. "Trust me," I whispered in her ear, my voice low and teasing. "It'll be worth it."
She laughed, shaking her head but letting me put the headphones on her anyway. "You know, if I wasn't in love with you, this would be so sketchy."
I chuckled, giving her waist a squeeze. "Good thing you love me, then."
Once we boarded and settled into the plush seats, I could barely contain my excitement. I kept glancing at her, loving the way she tried to guess where we were going. Every once in a while, she'd pull off the headphones, trying to get a hint, and I'd just laugh and press them back over her ears, refusing to budge.
The flight felt endless, but the moment we landed, my heart raced with anticipation. I led her down the steps of the plane, guiding her gently as the warm Mediterranean breeze kissed our skin. The sun was setting over the Sea, painting the sky in deep shades of orange and pink.
"Okay," I said, finally removing the blindfold. "You can open your eyes now."
Fatima blinked, squinting in the golden light, and when she realized where we were, her jaw dropped. "No way," she whispered, turning to look at me, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Welcome to Greece, baby," I said, unable to stop smiling. "Santorini, to be exact."
She covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with emotion. "You really brought me to Santorini?"
I nodded, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. "Told you it'd be worth it."
Fatima's laughter bubbled out, pure and joyful, and she threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. "I can't believe you did this. You're crazy, you know that?"
"Crazy about you," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. And that was the truth. I'd do anything to see her happy, to hear her laugh like that.
We spent the next couple of days living our best lives. We explored the narrow, cobblestone streets lined with white buildings and blue domes. We watched the sunset from our cliffside villa, our feet dangling over the edge, hands intertwined. We even rented a boat one afternoon, cruising around the island and jumping into the clear, turquoise water, laughing like kids.
For a moment, it felt like nothing could touch us. Like this was our own perfect, untouched world.
But, of course, that was when things started to fall apart.
We were having dinner at this little restaurant tucked away from the main tourist spots, the kind of place you'd only find if a local recommended it. Fatima was across from me, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight, a glass of wine in her hand, when my phone buzzed on the table.
I'd been trying to keep my phone off as much as possible, but something about the way it lit up made me pick it up. And the moment I saw the text from Sabrina, my stomach twisted.
