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The villa is everything!!
A private pool that overlooked the ocean and a staff member who seemed to materialize out of thin air to offer me a chilled drink.
My luggage, along with Axel’s, had already been placed in the massive walk-in closet. The room was aggressively romantic: saffron-colored silk runners draped across the king-sized bed, fresh rose petals scattered on the duvet. It smelled faintly of sandalwood and very expensive regret.
“You’ll take the guest bathroom,” he stated, already unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not waiting for you to complete your full skincare ritual. I’ll be out in fifteen.”
I don't answer, utterly distracted by how painfully slow he's taking off that shirt, or is it just my eyes playing it in slow motion?
He tossed the shirt away and strode into
