She had a feeling this tryst was just the beginning.
The villa was silent except for the distant crash of the Mediterranean against the rocks below. A lizard skittered across the terracotta tiles of the balcony. x art gianna morning tryst
“Not even close.” He turned her around. In the stark, honest light of 7 AM, there was nowhere to hide. No soft lamp light, no candle glow. Just her. Freckles she usually covered with concealer. The small scar on her knee. The sleepy, vulnerable look in her eyes that she never let anyone see. She had a feeling this tryst was just the beginning