Hadlee woke in the early morning hours to the sound of low singing.
Eric made love to her for hours, some of it frantic and wild and some of it gentle and tender. All of it though felt like they were connecting in a way they were meant to connect.
For the last seven days, the two of them were alone at the villa. She knew her friends were desperate to see her, but she wasn’t ready, and Eric made it clear to all of them, only when she was ready would she let them in.
At every turn, Eric was attentive and loving. They’d talked so much she was surprised either of them had voices left. They’d also written a handful of songs together and sorted out which might be good for a debut album for Hadlee.
He’d also given her lots of time alone. He would go into the nearby town, give updates to his
