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This took me bloody ages. That is all.
—Lucky x
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Blake's POV
The sand crunches softly beneath our feet as we make our way down the winding path, the sea unfolding before us like a living painting.
The hotel's private beach curves in a perfect crescent — pale sand slipping into smooth rocks, the water stretching out in endless, glittering sheets beneath a horizon brushed with silver light.
No crowds. No noise.
Only a scattering of carefully spaced parasols, the warm hush of the breeze, and the slow murmur of the tide folding onto the shore.
Exactly the kind of place where I can let myself breathe.
Alison walks beside me, her sandals kicking up little puffs of sand, her bag slung carelessly over one shoulder. She wears a soft white beach dress, light as air, fluttering lazily around her thighs with every easy step. Beneath the loose hem, the deep green neckline of her swimsuit peeks out — a teasing glimpse of something meant only for me.
Her sunglasses perch high on her nose, but nothing could hide the effortless happiness radiating off her — that quiet, unmistakable glow that feels like standing barefoot in sunlight.
She looks like something dreamt up by the gods of summer.
Freckled skin, golden from the sun; long, wavy red hair tumbling freely down her back; a delicate glint of gold at her throat where her feather charm catches the light.
Something sharp and helpless twists under my ribs.
She is beautiful, yes. But more than that — she is vibrant. Alive in a way the world so often tries to smother, yet cannot quite touch.
We don't stop at the main loungers.
Instead, I guide her further along the curve of the beach to a more secluded corner — a row of elegant sun loungers set in pairs of two, each surrounded by tall white windbreakers that can be drawn fully around for privacy. No one can see in. No one can interrupt.
I specifically asked for them when we booked.
A small indulgence, maybe — or not so small. I'm aware I was indulging my very prominent possessive streak when I arranged this. But I don't care. Not when it means I can look at her the way I want to, touch her the way I need to, without anyone else's eyes on her.
And now, knowing exactly what she's wearing beneath that fluttering little dress, I'm very, very happy with my decision.
We find our loungers — two wide chairs tucked neatly side by side beneath a white parasol, facing the endless blue stretch of the sea. A small wooden table sits between them, with neatly folded towels and bottles of chilled water already waiting.
I slip off my sandals and settle into my chair, stretching out one long leg, sunglasses sliding lower on my nose.
She moves beside me with unconscious grace, brushing her hair away from her face, humming faintly under her breath.
I watch her openly.
It doesn't take her long to notice. The weight of my gaze tugs her attention like a current, and she straightens, confusion flickering briefly across her brow — and then realisation blooms, swift and blinding.
The blush rises fast — high and wild across her cheeks, flooding down the slender column of her throat.
She lifts her hands to hide her face, laughing softly into her palms.
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Romance~Book 1 of 2~ Nineteen-year-old Alison Greystone has crafted a peaceful life in London, focused on finishing school and preparing for university. After a troubled childhood, she lives with her brother George, balancing friends, a part-time job, and...
