Bang on 7 o'clock, my phone buzzed to tell me that Felipe was outside waiting.
Looking over the balcony, I spotted him parked on the promenade, in a small silver sports car. I suppose that figured, silver daddy in a silver car!
Calling goodbye to Dad, I took the lift down and got in the car.
Felipe was looking sexy this morning, his silver hair slicked back in a ponytail, wearing a black windcheater on top, but just his tiny running shorts below, showing off his lean muscled legs.
He greeted me with a kiss, giving me a waft of his distinctive cologne and we set off.
Twenty minutes later, we turned into a car park, near an expanse of trees, threaded with running trails and picnic spots.
We both took off our tops, grabbed a water bottle and set off up the nearest path.
As we ran, Feli
