Aria
The afternoon sun had softened slightly, turning the bright white stone of the villa into a warm glow rather than a blinding glare.
From where we lay on the lounge chairs, the infinity pool stretched toward the endless blue of the sea, the water moving in gentle ripples every time the breeze brushed across its surface.
I turned my head toward Ethan.
He was still lying beside me, one arm behind his head, his eyes half-closed as though he were enjoying the quiet as much as I was. Droplets of water still clung to his skin, catching the sunlight like tiny crystals.
For a moment, I simply watched him.
The past day had been a blur of traveling, arriving, laughing, falling asleep in unfamiliar sheets while the sound of waves echoed through the night. Everything still felt new, almost
