Aria
Sunlight spilled through the sheer white curtains, warm and golden, painting the bedroom in soft light. The gentle crash of waves against the distant shore drifted through the open balcony doors, mingling with the faint scent of salt and blooming bougainvillea.
For a moment, I lay still beneath the cool linen sheets, letting the quiet settle around me. The room felt peaceful in a way that almost seemed unreal. Santorini had always looked beautiful in pictures, but waking up here felt different. The whitewashed walls glowed under the morning sun, and the deep blue of the Aegean stretched endlessly beyond the terrace.
Then I felt movement beside me.
Ethan shifted quietly, careful not to wake me, or at least he thought he was being careful. I kept my eyes closed, listening as he slid
