Chapter 3

We woke up the next morning, Amal and I stayed in bed, wrapped in each other's warmth. Eventually, the scent of coffee lured us from beneath the sheets.

I called my boss to take the next week off, and then I went to the kitchen.

She wore nothing but my shirt as she moved around the kitchen, the fabric hanging loosely off her frame, barely covering the curves I had spent the night admiring.

I sat at the table, watching her with a lazy smile, appreciating the way she moved—confident, graceful.

"You're staring," she teased, setting a steaming cup of coffee in front of me.

"I can't help it," I admitted, pulling her onto my lap.

She let out a soft laugh as I kissed her neck, inhaling her scent.

She sighed, melting into me. "If you keep this up, we'll never leave the apartment."

"That's a bad thing? I took the week off so we can stay here all day long," I said.

She smirked. "I do need to get groceries at some point."

I groaned, playfully burying my face in her shoulder. "Fine. But only if you let me take you out afterward."

Her fingers toyed with the hair on my neck. "Like a date?"

"Yes. An official date."

She bit her lip, trying to hide her smile. "I'd love that."

That evening, we went out. She wanted to get some groceries, and grocery shopping had never been so fun. Then I took her to a quiet, intimate restaurant tucked away in a hidden corner of Cairo. The dim lighting, the soft hum of jazz music, the way her eyes sparkled in the candlelight—it all felt surreal.

She looked stunning while taking off her coat, and underneath, she was wearing a deep-red dress that hugged her curves perfectly.

As we sipped wine and talked, I learned more about her—small details, like how she loved old Egyptian films, how she had always wanted to travel but never had the chance.

We lingered at the restaurant for hours, neither of us wanting the night to end. But as soon as we stepped into the car, she pulled me into her, pressing her body against mine.

"Take me home," she whispered, her breath warm against my lips.

We went back, and as soon as we stepped into the apartment, she started to take off her dress, rushing to the bedroom, and I started taking my clothes off and followed her.

She was having trouble taking the dress off, so I helped her.

The dress fell off, and she was wearing absolutely nothing under it.

“God damn,” I said, admiring her body.

Then she laid me on the bed and took off my underwear, pulled my dick out, and started sucking on it in a way that I’ve never seen before.

She was going up and down and gagging on my dick like she was preying on it.

She was spitting on my dick, and it turned into a sloppy blowjob, and it was so awesome that I almost came.

So I stood up, “Where did you learn how to do that?” I said in amazement.

“I’ll show you later,” she said.

Then we started kissing so passionately, and I laid her on the bed while kissing.

And then I started kissing every inch of her as I moved down to her beautiful pink, wet, warm, and tight pussy.

And I started licking and eating it, focusing on her super-sensitive clit that every time I touched it, she would shake and shiver.

Watching her cum was my favorite sight in the world, so I kept eating her till she came three times in less than five minutes.

And then I started fingering her and reaching for her G-spot.

And if her clit was super-sensitive, her G-spot was unbelievably sensitive.

It would only take four or five thrusts to make her cum.

After she came for another two times, she grabbed my dick and put it inside her with no hesitation.

And I can’t express enough how good her pussy felt—like, back in college, I made this homemade pocket pussy after watching a video on Pornhub one time after getting tired of using my hands, and I thought that it was the best feeling ever, but compared to her pussy, it was nothing.

So every minute or two, I had to switch positions to stop myself from cumming early.

And even though missionary is my absolute favorite position because you can see her face while she’s cumming and orgasming, and it feels so intimate, every position with her was so enjoyable.

When we switched to doggy style, I had this amazing view of her perfect ass, especially when it started to become reddish from spanking and her beautiful hair flowing on her back.

When we did cowgirl, I had the view of her beautiful face and her perfect tits jiggling while she was riding my dick so good.

And lastly, one of our favorite positions, which is prone bone, and the reason for that is because it’s a slow and romantic position—every thrust leads to an electric feeling for both of us, and it makes it easier to hit her G-spot with my dick, which makes her orgasm uncontrollably.

And finally, we switched back to missionary, and I came inside her, and my hot, thick cum started dripping from her pussy, and she wiped it with her fingers and licked every single drop.

It was slow, unhurried, savoring every second.

It wasn't just passion, it was something deeper, something neither of us was ready to name just yet.

And then we cuddled while watching TV until we went to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to Amal tracing lazy patterns on my chest, her fingers cool against my skin.

"You're up early," I murmured, pulling her closer.

She rested her chin on my chest, smiling. "I was just watching you sleep."

I chuckled. "That's a little creepy."

She gasped, swatting my arm. "It was cute! You look peaceful when you sleep."

And then she took a peek under the blanket and said, “I see you’re having trouble with your morning wood, let me help you with that.”

And she started giving me an amazing sloppy blowjob, and after a couple of minutes, I couldn’t help but cum so hard, and she kept it in her mouth until she swallowed every last drop.

And I said, “That was incredible, where did you learn how to do that?”

And she said, “I noticed how much you enjoyed me giving you a blowjob the first time, so I searched online to find ways to give a better blowjob, and I found this woman on Twitter called ‘The Throat Goat,’ and she posts videos of her giving her husband some incredible sloppy blowjobs, so I watched a lot of her videos to learn how to do it.”

“Wow, you really did your research because that was out of this world,” I said.

“I’d do anything to make you happy,” she said in a beautiful, soft tone.

And then she said, “Why don’t we take a hot shower together?”

And she grabbed my hands and led me to the bathroom, and I was just following her, admiring her beautiful ass.

Then we got in the shower, and we started kissing under the hot water.

And then she turned around, giving me the signal to start.

So I raised her leg and put it right in her, and she gasped from the quickness, and we had a beautiful, intimate sex.

And then she suggested going out to have breakfast, so we drove through the city, and she showed me her favorite hidden spots.

A tiny bookstore she adored, a café that made the best crème caramel, and a rooftop restaurant with a stunning view of the Nile.

"I used to come here alone all the time," she said, leaning on the window. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "Not anymore."

She sighed contentedly, leaning into me. "Not anymore."

And we went to that rooftop restaurant, and we had an amazing breakfast with an amazing view of the Nile.

Then we headed back home and decided to spend the rest of the day in.

That afternoon, we stayed in, lounging on the couch, watching movies.

She curled up against me, her legs draped over mine, absently playing with my fingers.

"Tell me something you've never told anyone before," she said suddenly, looking up at me.

I thought for a moment, then admitted, "I used to be terrified of thunderstorms as a kid."

Her lips twitched. "You? Scared of thunderstorms?"

"Laugh all you want, but I was convinced lightning would strike our house or even me."

She giggled. "That's adorable."

"Your turn," I said, running my fingers through her hair.

She hesitated, then whispered, "I was scared I'd never be loved again."

My heart clenched. I tilted her chin up, making her look at me. "Amal, you are loved."

Her eyes searched mine, something vulnerable, hopeful, flickering in their depths.

Instead of answering, she kissed me—deep, slow, full of unspoken emotions.

The kiss turned into a romantic, intimate sex session.

Then we kept cuddling on the couch, never wanting to leave it.

Then we ordered some food, and everything with her was just more enjoyable.

And we stayed in bed, watching old Egyptian movies while cuddling, till we fell asleep.

I woke up the next day with a weird feeling, and as I opened my eyes, I found her under the blanket, gobbling on my dick like a predator, and it felt great—it surely was one of the best ways to wake up.

So I pulled the blanket away, and there she was, sucking on my dick with a big smile on her face.

I could really see that she enjoyed it so much, maybe as much as I did.

It didn’t take me long before I exploded in her mouth.

“You’re full of surprises,” I said.

She laughed in such a seductive way, and I told her, “What do you want to do today?”

“I wanna cook for you,” she said.

“Oh, that sounds lovely. What do you have in mind?” I replied.

“I’m thinking of making lasagna along with cordon bleu,” she said.

“Oh, that sounds so delicious,” I said.

“But we’re missing a couple of ingredients, so how about we go to the mall and do some grocery shopping?” she said.

“That sounds great, let’s go,” I replied.

We got dressed and took the car, and we went to the mall, and we got the groceries, and then we walked around the mall for a while, and we passed by Victoria’s Secret.

“Well, how about you take the groceries to the car and wait for me in the garage while I pick up something?” she said in a playful tone.

So I went to the parking garage and put the groceries in the car while wondering what she was up to.

She came back a couple of minutes later with a big Victoria’s Secret bag, and I had a little smirk on my face because I kind of knew what she was up to.

And we headed back, and she started cooking.

She was standing in the kitchen, looking like a professional chef, her hands moving skillfully as she mixed the ingredients.

“You’re staring again,” she teased.

I smirked. “I just love watching you.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and I knew I couldn’t help myself but go behind her and hug her.

Then she turned to me and said, “Well, okay, but make it quick because I still have a lot to do.”

“You got it,” I replied.

And I started rubbing her pussy, and she could barely stand up, so I sat her on the table and took off her panties.

Then I wasted no time and put it right inside her.

And I was so horny, so I kept pounding her so hard and fast, so four minutes later, I was about to cum.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum,” I said.

“Oh, fill me up with your hot cum, baby,” she screamed.

And I came inside her, and she said, “That was intense, I loved it, now get out of my kitchen if you want to eat today.”

So I went outside to the living room and watched TV, and the smell coming out of the kitchen was irresistible.

Almost an hour later, she finally finished, and we sat down to eat, and the food was incredible.

“That’s the best lasagna I’ve ever had,” I said in pure enjoyment.

“Thanks for the compliment,” she said.

“No, seriously, I’m not kidding, it’s so good,” I said.

And we ate dinner, and I couldn’t honestly believe how good her cooking was.

After dinner, we sat on the couch, drinking some wine.

She played some songs, and I played some too, and we laughed, sang, and talked about everything and nothing at all. Then she hopped on my lap, her fingers tracing my lips.

“I think I’m breaking my own rule,” she whispered.

I said, “What rule?”

She took a deep breath. “No strings attached.”

I cupped her face, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Then let’s forget about the rules.”

She nodded, then kissed me, and in that moment, I knew she was mine, and I was hers.

And we had a beautiful, intimate missionary sex on the couch, and we slept there while cuddling.

Chapter 4

The honeymoon phase of our relationship felt endless—days filled with passion, laughter, and the intoxicating thrill of something new.

But no matter how perfect things seemed, reality had a way of creeping in.

It started small. Amal had always been affectionate, but lately, she seemed... distant. Not completely withdrawn, but enough that I noticed.

Her touches weren't as lingering, her eyes carried a shadow I hadn't seen before. At first, I brushed it off—maybe she was just tired, or maybe I was just overthinking.

One evening, after a long day at work, I knocked on her door, eager to see her.

But when she answered, her smile felt forced.

"Hey," I said, leaning in to kiss her. She let me, but there was hesitation.

I pulled back, frowning. "Is something wrong?"

She sighed, walking inside. "Come in."

I followed her, shutting the door behind me. She moved to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine, not offering me one. That alone was odd.

"Amoula," I said, stepping closer, "Talk to me."

She hesitated, then finally spoke. "I just... I don't know if I can do this."

My stomach tightened. "Do what?"

"This. Us." She gestured between us. "It wasn't supposed to feel like this."

"Like what?" I asked, feeling my heartbeat pick up.

"Like I need you." She turned to face me, her eyes sharp yet vulnerable. "That wasn't part of the deal," she said.

I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. "You don't want to need me?"

She exhaled, rubbing her temples. "It’s not that I don’t want to need you, but I’m just afraid to get too attached to you, and I don’t know—you might leave me. Let’s face it, I’m an old woman, and you’re an amazing, hot young man with a bright future ahead of you, so you and I know we won’t be together for long."

"What are you saying? You’re the most beautiful and amazing woman I’ve ever seen. Why would I ever leave you?" I asked, my voice quieter.

She swallowed hard. "Now, you're in my head all the time. I think about you when you're not here, I miss you. And that scares me."

I stepped closer, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away. That hurt more than I expected.

"Why is that a bad thing?" I asked, my frustration slipping into my voice.

"Because I can't go through that pain again," she whispered, her eyes glistening. "I know how this ends. I let someone in, I fall for them, and then they leave. Or worse, they betray me. I barely survived it once. I can't do it again."

Her walls were going up, and I could feel her pushing me away. But I wasn't ready to let her.

"I'm not him, Amal," I said firmly.

She looked away, her jaw tightening. "You say that now."

"That's not fair," I shot back. "You're punishing me for something I wouldn't do."

Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.

"I need time," she finally said.

I nodded slowly, my chest tight. "Alright."

I turned to leave, but before I reached the door, she called my name.

I looked back, and for a second, I saw it—the fear in her eyes, the part of her that wanted to reach for me but didn't know how.

"Don't be gone too long," she whispered.

I gave her a small nod before walking out.

That night, I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I was already losing her.

As much as I was angry and frustrated, I understood where she was coming from and what she’s been through, and I understood her worries and fears, and I promised myself to do whatever to make them go away.

Two days passed without seeing her.

I kept my distance, giving her the space she needed. But I wasn't about to let her go.

On the third day, she called me.

"Come over, please," she said.

When I arrived, she was standing in the doorway, looking like she hadn't slept much. Without a word, she reached for my hand and pulled me inside.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, pressing her forehead against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, exhaling deeply. "You don't have to be scared of this, Amal. Of us. I understand your worries and fears and from what you’ve been through, and I promise you I’ll do anything to make your worries and fears go away."

She nodded against me, her grip tightening. Then, she looked up at me with a small smile. "Let's get away for a few days. Just you and me."

“Where do you wanna go?” I asked her.

“Let’s go to Sharm El Sheikh—it’s my favorite place,” she replied happily.

“Well, it’s a lovely place. When do you wanna go?”

“Tomorrow,” she said.

“But I can’t, I have to go to work,” I said.

“Please, I really need this,” she said in a way that made it impossible to say no.

“If it will make you happy, then I’ll do whatever it takes,” I said.

Then we started kissing and went to the bedroom and had a very slow, intimate sex that felt so good.

So the next day, she woke me up and said, “Wake up, sleepyhead, time to go.”

And I woke up and asked her, “But we haven’t even booked a hotel room yet.”

“Well, I have a few connections, and let’s just say I booked the biggest suite in the Four Seasons for a week,” she said.

“You’re still full of surprises,” I said in an admiring tone.

“Well, come on, pack your bags, we have to get on the road as soon as possible,” she said.

So I woke up and gave her a kiss and packed my bags quickly, and she already had packed her bags and got dressed.

We took her car and hit the road.

“I’m very sorry for what I said, I can’t believe I almost lost you,” she said in a very sad voice.

“It’s okay, I know what you’ve been through and it wasn’t easy, so it’s okay to be worried, but I promise you I’ll do anything to make those fears and worries go away,” I replied.

“I fucking love you,” she said while giving me a kiss.

I almost forgot I was driving from that beautiful kiss.

“That was amazing, but I gotta keep my eyes on the road,” I said.

“Well, there’s something else I could do while you keep your eyes on the road,” she said in a very seductive way.

And she reached for my pants and opened the zipper and took my dick out of my underwear and started sucking on it, and I swear every time she gives me a blowjob, it's better than the last time.

And she kept sucking for a couple of minutes, but it wasn’t long before I came because of the way and the techniques she does while giving me a blowjob, and she swallowed every drop of my cum.

After two more hours, we finally arrived at the resort, and it was magnificent.

We checked into our suite—it was breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water, a private balcony, and a king-sized bed.

We were so tired from the trip, so we just took a nice shower together and slept till dinner.

We had dinner by the beach, the sound of the waves filling the silence between us.

After a few glasses of wine, she finally spoke. "I was scared because I care—I care about you and us," she admitted.

I reached across the table, taking her hand. "Then let me prove to you that you don't have to be worried about anything."

She searched my eyes with a beautiful smile on her face, then nodded. "Okay."

We finished dinner, and we headed back to our room. As we stood on the balcony, the warm breeze wrapping around us, she turned to me with a soft smile.

Then she went and stood by the bed and took off her dress and lay on the bed.

“Come here, I’ve missed you so bad,” she said, reaching her arms for me while lying on the bed.

I took off my clothes so quickly and went to her and laid over her, and we kissed for so long.

The kiss was more meaningful than the words we could’ve said, and it was so passionate and romantic.

Then I went down to her beautiful pussy, and I started eating it and licking her clit so romantically and slowly.

“Oh my god, I missed you so fucking much,” she said while grabbing the bedsheet and getting ready for the rounds of orgasms she’s gonna have.

Then I started fingering her, and I started to tickle her G-spot multiple times, and the rounds of orgasms started, and she even squirted two times.

“Oh, please put it in, I can’t take it anymore,” she said.

So I put my dick inside her and started fucking so hard.

And we usually like slow, romantic sex, but this time we were charged by our emotions for each other.

And we stayed in missionary the whole time because I wanted to see her face each time our bodies collided together and her beautiful boobs shaking.

And then I finally came inside her, and as soon as I came, I fell on her, and we hugged so tightly as my cum filled every inch of her beautiful pussy.

And she started crying, and I asked her while wiping her tears, “Why are you crying?”

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life, please don’t ever leave me,” she said while crying.

“Amal, you’re the only thing in my life that makes me happy. Before I met you, my life was miserable and meaningless. I’d go to work every day and then come back to my home lonely and miserable,” I said while holding her in my arms and wiping her tears.

“I've never had a girlfriend, I have a bad relationship with my parents, and I haven’t had a close friend since I finished high school, so I was getting used to the fact that I would spend my whole life miserable and lonely.

“But then I met you, and I started to feel alive again, life started to become meaningful. When I’m at work, I keep thinking about you, and I can’t wait till I come back home to you.

You’ve been kinder to me than my own mother, you made me become a better person,” I said while a tear fell from my eye.

“Oh my god, baby, I didn’t know that you’ve been through all of that, oh baby, I’m so sorry,” she said while holding me in her arms.

And we just hugged each other till we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We woke up the next morning, and it felt like we were born again, it felt like all of our worries and fears had faded away, and we’ve become whole, it felt like we healed each other’s problems.

I took her in my arms and stayed in it for a long time, letting all of our traumas and fears go away as we tried to heal each other.

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of our suite, painting golden patterns on Amal's bare skin.

I lay there for a moment, just watching her, admiring every detail of her—the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the warmth of her body against mine.

Unable to resist, I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, then trailing my lips down her back.

She stretched, the sheets slipping off her body, exposing more of her curves. I couldn't help but admire the sight.

"What's the plan for today?" she asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

"I was thinking we could take a boat tour, maybe snorkel in the coral reefs," I suggested.

Her eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing."

But before we could even think about leaving the bed, I slipped my hands under the sheets, finding the warmth of her skin.

She gasped softly as I rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress.

"How about we start the day like this first?" I whispered in her ear.

She didn't need to answer—her body responded before her words could.

And we had a nice, slow, romantic sex, then we got dressed and went to have breakfast before heading to the boat.

After breakfast, we finally made our way to the marina, where a private yacht was waiting for us.

The sun glistened off the crystal-clear waters, and a soft breeze carried the scent of salt and adventure.

As we cruised toward the coral reefs, Amal stood at the edge of the boat, her hair blowing in the wind. She looked radiant, the sun kissing her skin, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I've never done this before," she admitted, turning to me.

I smiled, handing her a snorkel mask. "Then you're in for a treat."

The moment we dove into the water, she was mesmerized. Vibrant corals stretched beneath us, groups of colorful fish darting between the reefs.

I reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as we swam together, exploring the underwater paradise.

When we surfaced, she pulled off her mask, breathless. "That was incredible," she said, laughing. "I feel like I was in another world."

"You were," I said, brushing my fingers over her wet cheek. "And you fit in perfectly."

We climbed back onto the boat, wrapped in towels, and she leaned into me, her head resting against my shoulder.

The yacht crew brought out fresh fruit and chilled drinks, and we lounged in the sun, completely at peace.

That evening, we had dinner at a secluded beachside restaurant.

The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the table, the sound of gentle waves filling the air. Amal looked stunning in a flowing white dress, her tanned skin glowing under the moonlight.

"I don't think I've ever felt this happy," she confessed, swirling the wine in her glass.

I reached across the table, taking her hand. "Me neither."

We fed each other bites of fresh seafood, laughter and stolen kisses filling the space between us.

By the time we returned to the suite, we barely made it through the door before I pressed her against it, our lips crashing together in a heated kiss.

She moaned against my mouth as I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the bed.

The moonlight filtered through the balcony, casting a silvery glow over their tangled bodies.

Every touch was slow, deliberate, an unspoken promise that this night would be one neither of us would ever forget.

The next morning came, and sadly, it was our last day in Sharm El Sheikh. The golden sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow over our tangled bodies.

Amal stirred, stretching lazily against me, her bare skin pressing against mine.

I tightened my arms around her, unwilling to let go just yet.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled against my chest. "Do we really have to leave tomorrow?"

I sighed, running my fingers through her hair. "I wish we didn't."

She propped herself up on her elbows, gazing at me with those deep, expressive eyes. "Then let's make today unforgettable."

A slow grin spread across my face. "I like the way you think."

After a leisurely breakfast on our balcony—fresh fruit, warm pastries, and steaming cups of coffee—we made our way down to the resort's private beach.

A thatched-roof cabana awaited us, tucked away in a secluded spot where the only sounds were the crashing waves and the occasional sound of birds.

The resort staff had set up a lavish arrangement: a plush daybed, chilled champagne in a silver bucket, and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries.

Amal slipped off her cover-up, revealing the white bikini I loved so much.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, or are we actually going to swim?" she teased.

I smirked. "Why not both?"

We waded into the clear, turquoise waters, the sun warming our skin.

She let out a delighted laugh as I scooped her into my arms and spun her around, the water splashing around them.

"You're unreal," she giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"And you love it," I countered, pressing a kiss to her salty lips.

We spent hours in the water, floating, kissing, and letting the world fade away.

When we finally returned to the cabana, she lay beside me on the daybed, tracing soft patterns on my chest.

"Promise me something," she said softly.

"Anything."

"That we'll always find time for moments like this. No matter how busy life gets."

I lifted her chin, making her look at me. "I promise. This—us—it's the most important thing in my whole life."

She smiled, satisfied, and rested her head on my shoulder.

As the sun began its slow descent, we retreated to the spa for a couples' massage.

The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air as we lay side by side, the expert hands of the masseuses working away the last remnants of tension from our bodies.

"Mmm," Amal sighed blissfully. "I might never move again."

I chuckled. "I'd carry you everywhere if that's what it takes."

After the massage, we relaxed in a private hot tub overlooking the beach.

The sky had turned shades of pink and orange, reflecting in the calm waters below.

I reached for her, pulling her into my lap, her body slick with warm water.

"This is heaven," she murmured against my neck.

"You're heaven," I whispered back, my lips brushing against her ear.

We stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in warmth, in love, in the quiet certainty that nothing else in the world mattered except this moment.

For our last night, I had planned something special—a candlelit dinner on a private pier, just the two of us.

The table was set with white linens, flickering lanterns, and a breathtaking view of the endless sea with the moonlight reflecting on it.

Amal gasped as she saw it. "You did this?"

I nodded, pulling out her chair. "I wanted our last night here to be perfect."

She reached across the table, her eyes shimmering. "It already is."

We dined on fresh lobster, grilled fish, and decadent desserts, feeding each other bites between stolen kisses.

The air was filled with the scent of salt and jasmine, the sound of waves gently rocking the pier beneath us.

As the night deepened, we danced under the stars, our bodies pressed close, moving in perfect harmony.

"I don't want this to end," she whispered, resting her head against my chest.

"Then let's make a promise," I said, tilting her chin up. "This is just the beginning. We'll travel, explore, make more memories—together."

A slow, radiant smile spread across her face. "Together."

With that, I pulled her in for a kiss, sealing our promise under the endless, beautiful sky.

We went back to our room and had an amazing, passionate, romantic sex with our hands held together.

The next morning I woke up, and she was still asleep. I kept recalling all the memories we made during this unforgettable trip while admiring her beautiful face.

I was sad that we had to return home, but I knew that no matter where we are, as long as I have her, I’m exactly where I need to be.