The Neighbor

Chapter 76***

The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the early morning air, a steady, rhythmic melody that feels like the heartbeat of the ocean itself. The light outside is soft and golden, the first rays of dawn spilling over the horizon and bathing the villa in a warm, gentle glow. The white curtains flutter lightly in the ocean breeze, the salty scent of the sea wafting through the open windows.

The villa feels like a dream, nestled against the edge of the beach where the sand meets the lush greenery of the island. Its modern design blends seamlessly with the natural beauty around it white walls, clean lines, and large open windows that allow the sunlight to pour in. The sound of the ocean seems to fill every corner, a soothing backdrop to the peaceful quiet of the morning.

Inside, the sheets on the bed are soft and luxurious, a creamy white that contrasts beautifully against the sun kissed skin of the two of you. They're tangled from a night of restless passion and gentle movements, the kind of sleep where love and comfort linger in every touch, every moment shared in the quiet hours of the night.

The bed itself is large and inviting, draped with a light linen canopy that sways gently with the breeze, casting soft shadows over the room. The cool tiled floors glisten faintly in the early light, and the faint sound of the ocean mingles with the occasional creak of the villa settling into the warmth of the new day.

A glass of water sits on the nightstand, droplets of condensation running down its side, catching the light like tiny diamonds. Beside it, a small vase holds a single tropical flower, vibrant and alive, a reminder of the island's beauty. The breeze carries the faint scent of the flower, mingling with the salty air.

The villa feels alive with the quiet hum of the morning—the rustle of the palm leaves in the wind, the distant call of seabirds, and the soft rhythm of the waves. It's a sanctuary, a haven, a place where time feels like it's slowed down, allowing you both to just be.

And there, in the center of it all, you lie together, cocooned in the warmth of the sheets and each other's presence. Wanda's auburn hair spills across the pillow, her face serene in the soft light, her arm draped protectively over you. The way she holds you, even in sleep, speaks volumes—a silent promise of love, of protection, of forever.

The morning feels perfect, untouched by the chaos of the world outside this little slice of paradise. It's just you, Wanda, the ocean, and the promise of another beautiful day to share together.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the soft, golden light spilling into the room. The rhythmic sound of the waves outside soothes you, blending with the comforting warmth of Wanda's breath against the back of your head. Her auburn hair tickles your skin, her arm draped firmly over your waist in her signature "death grip" that always makes you smile.

You take a deep breath, the salty air mingling with the faint scent of her on the sheets. Your body aches slightly, a pleasant soreness in your muscles from the passion you shared last night. As you shift carefully, you feel the faint sting of where her kisses had marked your neck, a reminder of how utterly adored you are.

Moving as quietly as possible, you manage to slip out from under her arm, the cool morning air brushing against your skin as you straighten up. Wanda stirs slightly, her brows furrowing for a moment, but she doesn't wake. You tuck the blanket up to her shoulder before padding softly across the cool tile floor, the sound of your bare feet barely audible in the quiet villa.

The bathroom is bathed in soft light as you step inside, splashing water on your face to chase away the remnants of sleep. Your reflection stares back at you in the mirror, your hair a tousled mess, a faint blush still lingering on your cheeks. You grab one of Wanda's shirts—a soft, oversized button-up—and slip it on. The fabric smells like her, comforting and familiar, as it drapes over your body.