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Chapter Sixteen

Throughout the entire journey to Ibiza, I have been smiling like a fool. Being on my own, has kind of made me look like a crazy smiling fool, but I've not cared. I am here now. That's all I care about.

As I wheel my small suitcase out of the busy main airport entrance, I look around, still wearing the same foolish smile that has accompanied me all the way here. When I hear a loud wolf whistle, I turn my head to the left. There, so sexily there, is Doug.

He said he would send Lanky to come and pick me up, so to see that he himself has decided to do it—makes my heart skip a crazy little hurrah beat.

"I thought Lanky was picking me up?" Is my elated question as I hurry to where he is.

Doug is walking with a gorgeous grin planted everywhere on his lips. And when he walks, his body talks—it has a sexy language all of its own. "I wanted to pick you up myself." He warmly and proudly tells me, looking ready to sweep me up into his arms.

Absolutely thrilled to see him, I am eager to get lost in those arms of his, to get lost in his welcoming cuddle. "Missing me that much, huh?" I tease, moving in for that snuggly embrace I crave so damn much.

Just like I thought, Doug's arms do engulf me. They powerfully relax around me, while he inhales the fruity fragrance of my hair. "You could say that." Is his affectionate comeback.

As manly as Doug is, he really does give the loveliest of cuddles. They're wholesome and heartfelt. Strong and uplifting. I like that about him. "It's nice to be wanted." I cutely comment, lifting both of my shoulders with such sweet satisfaction.

Drawing back a little, Doug now wants to look at me. "You're most certainly wanted, Frankie." Lifting my chin with his middle finger, he then softly kisses me. It's a kiss that says hello. It's a kiss that says I have missed you. It's a kiss that says I'm glad you're here. His lips aren't being firm and greedy, they're being light and sated. He switches between kissing me for long and lovely moments, to pouty little pecks. "Ready to go?" He soon asks with almost a whisper, smiling as he rests his forehead against mine.

Nodding with happiness very much evident on my face, I wheel my suitcase with one hand and hold Doug's with my other. "Do you know what I have been craving for whilst I was on the plane?" I randomly and happily say, smiling while we stroll to the car park.

Cockily, Doug replies. "Me?"

With a swift eye roll, I nevertheless explain. "Besides you, I've been wanting paella."

Grinning, Doug looks at me. "Then you shall have paella. I know a really great place in the Old Town...you'll love it!"

"Great." I say, because things are great. I'm back in Ibiza. I'm with Doug DiCarto. I have his song on my laptop. I have him holding my hand and taking me for paella—yeah, everything really is great.

**

After dropping my stuff off in my hotel room, I freshen up a little before meeting Doug down in the foyer. I've never really appreciated how lovely the foyer actually is—stylish, light and mellow—a pleasant space that leads you out onto the beach that invitingly is just opposite of the hotel.

"Ready?" Doug asks, looking all casual and rather delicious in his shorts and fitted white t-shirt. When he takes my hand, I love how attentive he is to me. I love how he is forever holding my hand or has his arm hooked around my waist. I have become so used to it, I'd feel kind of lost if he didn't ever do it now.

"I'm more than ready." Is my very eager comment. I'm ready for paella, and I'm ready to spend some quality time with Doug before we hit Revival later on tonight.