Kylan
“Kylan, are you okay? You have been a little on edge tonight,” Nola asks, looking up at me as we walk back from dinner, “Yes, I am fine, probably jetlag.” I lie.
I couldn’t tell her the truth, or I would ruin the surprise. I thought I had been hiding it well, but obviously not. We were walking back to the Villa along the beach, which is beautiful.
“Promise?” she questions, “Promise, sweetheart.” I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer to my side.
“Thank you for dinner and our vacation. You are too good to me.” she coos, reaching up to press a soft kiss to my lips. I smile, happily kissing back.
We part and continue our walk-in silence; it is a lovely silence. I, however, am not silent in my head because all I can think about is I hope everything is set up at the Vill
