Time As Old As Tale

Breakfast

I looked over at the sea; a nervous habit I have. His eyes were the exact description you read in erotica, they were deep and intense. Honey and rimmed with chocolate, love was sugar in them and that was a true sweet treat.

He watched me as I stared at the sea. He was waiting; doing that thing that made my spine quiver, he was reading me. I had never had such passion in my life where a look could make me feel this way. My thoughts drifted towards this, how could he still make me feel shy after all this time? I started pondering if he's already sensed what I was thinking. I already knew that answer, because we have always had that connection. From the first time we ever talked, we've had that connection where we sensed what one another is feeling.

He knew something was on my mind and it was urgent enough to spill it. But the stubbornness in me tried to keep it to myself. So I just waited until he didn't want to wait anymore and asked me. I had just told him I loved him, but there is more and I knew he knew.

"What?" He finally pushed, never taking his eyes off of me. Slowly pulling my eyes away from the sea, I smiled at him before I started "I was just thinking..."
"Are you about to start your shit?" He asked with such seriousness, before I could even finish my thought. He knew me well, when it came to communication, we were one. I laughed, because on one hand I could go left and throw our entire vibe off for the rest of the day. But on the other hand I can choose not to and play it safe.

Now the question is. How would he react to either choice. Did I say one in communication? His options where the exact same, he could take heed that I choose to play it safe and go along with it for the sake of our vibe and consider that we are here in Italy. Or he could call me out on it and then we'd either argue cause I want to play it safe or I'd say it and let the rest be history. He'd know if I was to lie, so I played it safe and told a truth, hoping he'd take the hint.

As I thought to myself, we could fuss in the US but not here in my dream location. "Nothing baby, I just can't imagine how this day can get anymore perfect." He analyzed me, I knew he was reading me. So I smiled and assure him "Baby, I promise, it's nothing worth this day, this moment." We can discuss it later, I promise." Staring into his eyes to seal the deal. Reluctantly he took the hint.

He encouraged me to try the wine he requested to try, he knew that it was apart of my bucket list. To come to Italy and drink wine. We were having lunch after a late morning. We had gotten in late and after his random burst of excitement to be in my personal space, which caused us to fall asleep after four a.m. He and I slept until two p.m. I was too excited to sleep until fully rested, plus I wanted some of this cute little bistro i kept smelling.

I knew that once we were up, he'd be my very own explorer and find us places to go. Me on the other hand, I liked to Google places to go, but with him we'd go wherever his legs took us. I sipped his wine, enjoying the taste. It was not as sweet as I like mine but the boldness was pretty good, sweet in a modest way. It was damn near perfect for him in his taste in red wine. Taking multiple small swigs of his wine, I was ready to start my Quinton Adventure, so I told him " I'm ready whenever you are." Handing him his wine back, which he took a sip of. He smacked his lips being extra, here comes the asshole.

"Baby... why are you rushing? We are going to be here for 10 days." He said, with no intentions on moving. "Because I want to be sure we do everything we possibly can while we are here" I pouted. I was more upset because he did not make any effort to get up so we can leave. "We will, just relax baby" he said coolly, too cool for my liking anyways. 

Part of me believed him. Well actually, I fully trusted his instinct. It was almost as sharp as mine and it was something I was still getting use to. But that did not change the fact that I was anxious, ready to see Italy and all it had to offer. I was fully prepared to be here in Italy, I made sure we saved an abundance to give us the chance to enjoy every little thing we may want to try. I was here, finally. In my dream location, with the love of my life, I guess the least I could do was have breakfast first.