A/n: it's been a minute since I've updated this book lol
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Y/n's POV
I leaned against the railing, soaking in the view of Capri as we docked. The yacht rocked a little as I felt arms slip around my waist and a head lay on my back. "You good?" I asked Beyoncé.
She mumbled an 'mhm' not moving from her position. Her hand rubbed up and down my v-line as she snuggled more into me.
"Your tan finna be crazy." I said squinting as the sun seemed to only get brighter. I used my hand to block it. "I know." She laughed.
"My parents want to get lunch at some restaurant right off the dock, but we can stay and have lunch here if you want. Just me and you." She suggested. I could hear her family laughing while they lounged on the couches just a few feet away, waiting for the captain to tell us that we were good to hop off.
I turned around to face her. "Whatever's cool with me, I know you probably want to be with your family." My arms wrapped around her upper body, as I pulled her into me.
She laid her head on my chest. "I do, but I feel like we haven't really had enough time to ourselves yet." I could feel her pouting. "Like we're on a boat traveling around Italy and the most time we've spent alone was in our bed, asleep."
I stared off into space as the yacht rocked our bodies side to side. "I'll find us a spot to have dinner at tonight. Then we can walk the beach or some shit."
"No one else, just us. That sounds cool?" I prompted.
I could feel her smile start to grow. She looked up at me grinning wide, like she was about to laugh or something. "You out here acting all smooth, huh? I'm not mad it."
"Like you make everything sound so perfect."
I grinned, the heat between us thickening. "It's because I know you. I know what we need, what we want."
"Nigga just got it like that, baby thug." I brushed my thumb against her bottom lip. She smiled and rolled her eyes,
"Don't get too confident, now."
I smacked my lips. "I'm always confident, ma." I lifted her chin and leaned down to connect our lips. ___
Beyoncé's POV
Y/n's tongue danced slowly with mine as a soft whimper left my mouth. She pulled away but not before pecking my lips. "I luh you."
"You what?" I puckered my lips and she pecked them.
"I luh yo ass." She nudged my forehead with the palm of her hand and I swatted her in her stomach.
"I love you too, ugly." I was about to walk away but she grabbed me by my neck. Not tight enough to hurt me, but tight enough to pull me back to her.
