Coming back from Sharm El Sheikh felt like stepping out of a dream and into reality.

The days there had been slow, filled with golden sunsets, laughter, stolen kisses, and lots of incredible sex.

Now, time moved too fast, pulling me back into meetings, deadlines, and responsibilities.

But one thing remained clear in my mind—no matter how demanding life got, Amal would never feel like an afterthought.

She was my priority. She always would be.

Just thinking about her during work or in the middle of a meeting was enough to lift up my mood.

I started waking up earlier, careful not to disturb her as she slept.

She always looked so peaceful in the mornings, her hair tousled against the pillow, her breathing soft and steady.

I took my time watching her before slipping out of bed to make coffee and breakfast.

That first morning, I had everything ready before she even woke up—coffee in her favorite mug, toast, fruit, and a little note beside the plate: Good morning, my love.

When she finally walked into the kitchen, wearing my shirt and rubbing her sleepy eyes, my chest tightened. She looked so effortlessly beautiful, even half-asleep.

"You made this?" she asked, her voice still drowsy.

I grinned, leaning against the counter. "I wanted to surprise you."

She walked up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

The warmth of her body against mine made me close my eyes for a moment, breathing her in.

"I love you," she murmured against my skin.

I held her a little tighter. "I love you more."

Our lips met in a deep, slow kiss, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else.

Then my eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. "Shit, I’m gonna be late."

She laughed softly as I kissed her one last time. "I wish I could stay with you all day," I sighed.

"Don’t worry, honey," she said with a sexy smirk. "I’ll be waiting for you."

As much as I wanted to spend every moment with her, work demanded my attention.

My phone buzzed constantly, emails piled up, and meetings filled my schedule.

But no matter how busy I got, I made sure she never felt alone.

I started sending her texts throughout the day—little reminders that I was thinking of her. I miss you already. Can't wait to see you tonight. You looked so beautiful this morning.

During lunch breaks, I called just to hear her voice. Even if it was only for five minutes, it made all the difference.

And more often than not, I found myself zoning out, thinking of new ways to please her, to make her even happier and also thinking of new ways to make her cum and new positions to try.

Most evenings, I came home to an incredible dinner she had prepared.

After eating, we would curl up in bed together, cuddling as we watched a movie.

And then, with that playful, knowing look in her eyes, she would reach for my dick, her soft hands wrapping around my dick before taking it into her mouth, sending me to another universe.

Then I would roll her beneath me, trailing kisses down her body, lingering on her perfect breasts, teasing and sucking her nipples until she was gasping.

And when I finally went lower, I would lose myself in her completely, soaking in every moan, every shiver, every time she came.

The way she squirted, the way her body trembled—it only made me want to push further, to make her feel even more pleasure.

And then I would slide deep inside her, moving slow, savoring the way she wrapped her legs around me, the way we fit together so perfectly.

We took our time, letting the pleasure build, until I filled her pussy with my hot cum.

Then, we would just lie there, tangled in each other, lost in the silence—the kind of silence where words weren’t needed, where love spoke louder than anything we could say.

Some nights, I came home late, exhausted from work.

She would greet me with a warm smile, fix me a plate, and sit beside me as I ate.

And when I was done, she would climb onto my lap, her lips pressing softly against mine, her fingers teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes.

Even on nights when I was too tired to do anything else, she would whisper, "Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you."

And then she would go down on me, working her magic with that perfect tounge, until I came all over her beautiful face—something she absolutely loved.

One evening, after a particularly rough day, I walked through the door and found her curled up on the couch, waiting for me.

She smiled as soon as she saw me, and in that moment, all the stress of the day melted away.

I sat beside her, pulling her close. "I missed you."

She traced slow, lazy patterns on my chest. "I missed you too. Work was rough today, huh?"

I sighed, running my fingers through her hair. "Yeah. But this… this makes it worth it."

She lifted her head, her brown eyes searching mine. "I don’t want you to burn yourself out. I know you’re working hard, but don’t forget to take care of yourself too."

I kissed her forehead. "You take care of me just by being here."

She made me a plate, and after I finished eating, we curled up on the couch, just holding each other.

Then, she leaned in, her lips moving against mine, her hand slipping between us, reaching for my dick.

I exhaled heavily, shaking my head. "Honey, I’m really tired tonight."

"That’s okay, baby," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my jaw. "Just lay back and relax."

And then she took care of me the way only she could.

She sank to her knees, her lips wrapping around my dick, her tongue working in slow, sensual strokes.

And when she finally climbed onto my lap, sinking down onto me, she moved with a perfect, steady rhythm, her gorgeous body riding me with effortless grace, with her beautiful big tits bouncing.

Watching her, feeling her, the way she took me in and clenched around me—it was almost too much.

I groaned, gripping her hips, feeling that tight heat around me, and within moments, I was coming hard inside her, my fingers digging into her soft skin.

"Oh my god, I fucking love you," I gasped, pulling her down for a deep kiss.

"I love you too, baby," she whispered against my lips, her arms wrapping around me, holding me close as my release spilled from between her legs.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered, and no matter how busy life got we would always find a way to enjoy it together.

On weekends, I would always try to take her out, to make it a special occasion.

One weekend, I planned something special. I knew she loved the Nile, so I booked us a private dinner on a boat, just the two of us.

When I told her to get ready and dress up, she gave me a curious look but didn't ask questions. As soon as we stepped onto the boat, her eyes widened. "You did this for me?"

I pulled her into my arms. "Of course. You deserve everything."

The soft glow of candles, the gentle rocking of the waves, the way the moonlight reflected in her eyes—it was perfect.

We had dinner, talking and laughing like we always did, and when the night grew quieter, I took her hands in mine.

"I know life has been busy lately," I said, my voice low, "but I want you to know that no matter how crazy things get, you're the most important thing to me."

Her fingers tightened around mine. "I never doubted that."

I kissed her then, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of love into it. When we finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against mine.

"You always know how to make me feel loved," she whispered.

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "That's because you are and you deserve to be loved."

When we went back home, we had an amazing, slow, romantic sex.

It was unrushed; every touch was intimate and sensual.

We stayed in missionary, our eyes locked together, our hands tangled, and our bodies pressed close.

And after she came multiple times, I came in her as we were hugging, and we stayed like that for a while, the heat and warmth of our bodies made the room feel like a sauna.

We went to the bathroom and took a hot, nice shower together, and we kept hugging and kissing until we got back in bed and went to sleep in each other’s arms.

It was almost Christmas time and I wanted to surprise her with a trip to Alexandria in the Christmas weekend.

And Alexandria is one of my favorite cities in the whole world; I have so many great memories with it.

We used to go to Alexandria a lot when I was a kid, and I just love it. It just has its charm, like I swear when you just enter that city something feels different inside your brain, like it's just the sight of the beautiful sea, you know, the smell of the sea, and just everything feels different.

And I wanted to take her there, but I was a bit afraid because I know it’s her hometown where she lived her whole life, and I don't want to remind her of what she’s been through.

 But I just wanted her to get through it, I wanted her to throw all that behind her back and never let it destroy our love.

Like when she decided that we should take a break, it made me scared, I don't want to ever lose her.

And if those worries and fears she has just keep coming back, I just don't think I will be able to just handle them.

Like if I lose her, I’d rather to just die.

So I just wanted her to face those worries and fears once and for all, and I thought, why don't we go back to her hometown and show her that she's with me now, and she doesn’t have to worry about anyone or anything when she’s with me?

So I woke her up on the Friday morning, “Surprise! Get ready and pack your bags.”

And she said, “What? What’s going on?” with a sleepy voice.

“We’re going to go to Alexandria,” I said.

The look on her face said a lot. She was happy that we're going to go away for the weekend and she loves Alexandria, but she has some memories that she’d rather forget, that she just don't want to ever experience again.

“I know it's tough for you to go back there, but trust me, this time it's gonna be different cause you're gonna be with me,” I said to her while holding her arms and looking in her eyes.

And she looked at me with a beautiful look of gratitude on her face. “Oh my God, you're the best thing ever that happened to me,” she said while grabbing my face for a kiss.

 She jumped from the bed and hugged me so tight. “For you, I would do anything,” she said.

 And she went and got dressed and packed her bags, and we hit the road.

And I reserved us a suite in the Four Seasons of Alexandria, the biggest hotel there.

We finally arrived there, and we were waiting in the reception, then the girl at the reception told us that the room isn’t going to be ready for another hour.

And then Amal grabbed her phone and walked away and made a phone call.

And as she was walking back to me at the reception, the girl picked up her phone, and her face changed like she was talking to the president or something. “Yes, sir, absolutely, consider it done.”

And she put the phone down and said, “I’m very sorry, sir, please accept my apology, and as a compensation, we’re going to upgrade you to the royal suite, the biggest most luxurious suite in the hotel.”

And she gave me two cards for the suite and escorted me to the private elevator and said, “Your suite is ready, and your bags are gonna be there before your elevator arrives.”

And Amal had an almost evil smirk on her face as we were going in the elevator.

 “Did you use your connections again?” I whispered in her ear with a grin on my face after realizing what just happened.

“Yes, I did,” she replied.

“What kind of connections do you have?” I asked.

 “All kinds, honey, especially here in Alexandria,” she replied with a sexy, confident tone.

We got out of the elevator and walked to our suite.

“Oh my God,” I said with my jaw wide open.

The suite was incredible; it spanned through the whole top floor, big floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the incredible sea view, a huge living room, and a luxurious bedroom.

 “This is amazing, I can’t believe how amazing this suite is,” I said.

“I’m glad you liked it, honey,” she said.

“Oh, I love it. Wait, you’ve been here before?” I asked.

“Yeah, multiple times. It’s one of my favorite places, but it used to be with him (her husband),” she said while her glorious smile started to fade.

“Oh, honey, come here, this is why I wanted us to come here, I want you to get over all that bullshit,” I said while holding her.

“Things are different now, you’re with me, and I’ll not let anyone or anything come between us.”

And her glorious smile came back on as I talked to her.

“That’s why I fucking love you,” she said.

And then she grabbed my head, and we started kissing violently and passionately.

We kept kissing as we made our way to the bedroom and took off each other’s clothes. And I laid her on bed and grabbed her beautiful tits and started to suck on them like a little baby. Then I made my way to her magnificent pussy and I started eating my favorite meal, and as soon as I touched it, she went crazy.

“Oh my fucking God, I fucking love you, honey,” she said while holding her hair and grabbing the sheets with her other hand.

And I kept eating and fingering her pussy until she came and squirted multiple times till the bed felt like a pool.

And then I slid my dick inside her, and I was charged by the heat of the moment, so I kept going harder and faster.

“Oh my God, oh my God, fuck,” she screamed as she was squirting again.

I put my dick back inside and started rubbing her clit, and she was shaking and shivering.

 “Oh my God, I fucking love you, I fucking adore you,” she screamed as while she was grabbing the sheets and twirling from the orgasms.

“I fucking love you too, honey, you look so hot when you’re cumming.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum, I’m so close,” I shouted.

“Oh baby, cum on my face,” she said.

So I took my dick out and I started cumming all over her face until it was almost covered with my cum.

 “Oh my God, you look unbelievably hot right now,” I said.

“Oh, honey, I love it when you cum all over my face,” she said as she was playing with my cum with her fingers.

And then we took a hot nice shower together, and then we got dressed and headed out to roam the beautiful streets of Alexandria."

After stepping out of the hotel, the crisp sea breeze hit us, carrying the salty scent of the Mediterranean.

The city was alive, the streets bustling with people shopping for the holiday season.

Christmas lights were strung along the streets, flickering like stars, and the sound of distant music mixed with the crashing waves.

She slipped her arm through mine, pressing close. "Where are we going first?" she asked, her voice still laced with the afterglow of our time in the suite.

I smiled. "You'll see. It's a surprise."

I led her toward Stanley Bridge, one of my favorite spots in Alexandria.

As we walked along the bridge, the waves crashed beneath us, the golden streetlights reflecting off the water.

She gripped my hand a little tighter, a small, nostalgic smile playing on her lips.

"It's been a long time since I've walked here," she admitted, gazing at the view.

"Does it feel different?" I asked, watching her carefully.

She turned to me, her eyes filled with something deep—something raw. "Yeah. Because this time, I'm with you."

I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. "That's all that matters," I murmured against her neck.

We stood there for a while, just soaking in the moment, before I took her hand and led her toward our next stop—Délices, one of the oldest and most famous patisseries in Alexandria.

As soon as we stepped inside, the warm scent of baked goods and coffee wrapped around us.

The place had a timeless charm—wooden chairs, marble tables, and an old-world elegance that felt like stepping back in time.

We sat by a window overlooking the street, and we ordered sahlab, a warm, creamy drink with coconut and cinnamon, perfect for the chilly December air.

She took a sip and closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"God, this tastes like childhood," she said, smiling.

I chuckled. "You sound like you just had an orgasm."

She kicked me playfully under the table. "Shut up!"

And then we had some beautiful freshly baked croissants, and then we headed back to the streets of Alexandria.

We spent the afternoon strolling along the beautiful coastline, hand in hand, stopping by small bookshops, admiring the old architecture.

I made sure to take her to Bibliotheca Alexandrina, the modern reincarnation of the Great Library.

We wandered through the vast halls, marveling at the sheer beauty of the place.

She was quieter there, lost in thought. "I used to come here a lot," she finally said. "But I never really took the time to enjoy it like this."

I squeezed her hand. "Because now, you’re experiencing it with someone who loves you."

She turned to me, her eyes shimmering. "I love you so much," she whispered.

As the sun started to set, I had one last surprise for her.

We returned to the hotel, and when we got to the suite, the staff had set up something special—a candlelit dinner on the private terrace, overlooking the sea. Fairy lights twinkled above us, and the soft sound of the waves filled the air.

She gasped. "You did this for me?"

I pulled out her chair like a gentleman. "Of course. Anything for you."

We enjoyed a perfect meal—fresh seafood, fine wine, and endless conversation.

She laughed, she teased me, and every time she looked at me, it felt like she was memorizing the moment.

After dinner, we moved to the outdoor jacuzzi, steam rising into the cool night air.

 She slipped into the warm water, her body glistening under the dim lights wearing a hot blue bikini.

I grabbed a bottle of red wine and put on some chill music then I joined her, pulling her onto my lap.

We stared at the beautiful moon while drinking wine.

She traced my jaw with her fingers, her eyes dark with desire. "I don't think I can ever see this city the same way again," she murmured.

"Why?" I asked, kissing her shoulder.

"Because now, when I think of Alexandria, I'll only think of you."

I cupped her face, bringing her lips to mine. "That’s exactly what I wanted."

And we started kissing slowly and romantically while she was sitting on my lap.

I started rubbing her pussy slowly under the hot water.

“Oh my god,” she gasped as soon as I touched her.

Then I put her bikini bottom aside and started fingering her while rubbing her clit.

It wasn’t long before she started cumming and shaking.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she screamed as she started trembling and orgasming.

She fell into my arms, gasping, as I held her close.

“Oh my fucking god, that felt so good,” she said, breathless.

Then she leaned back, grabbed my dick, and slid it right in.

The hot water of the jacuzzi, mixed with our lust and desire, led to a feeling neither of us had ever experienced before.

She started riding my dick so well, taking full control, beginning slow and gentle.

Then she picked up the pace, and after a while, she started going so fast.

Within seconds, she started shivering until she came hard.

So I took control, letting her cool down for a second or two before starting to go fast again.

I kept doing that several times, and every single time, she would cum and squirt uncontrollably.

Until I felt I was about to cum, and she started riding faster until I came inside her.

We collapsed into each other’s arms, in disbelief at the mind-blowing orgasms we had just experienced.

“Oh my fucking god, that was so hot,” I said.

“Oh honey, I fucking love you. That was fucking amazing,” she said.

We stayed in the jacuzzi, just cuddling and wishing this moment would never end.

After a while, we got out of the jacuzzi, dried ourselves off, and got into bed.

We kept hugging and kissing each other until we fell asleep.

The next morning, we woke up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Sunlight streamed through the curtains.

She stretched, her body tangled in the sheets, and let out a content sigh.

“Good morning, love,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

She turned to me with a sleepy smile. “Mmm, morning.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked, running my fingers through her hair.

She laughed softly. “After last night? I’m starving.”

And I had the perfect place in mind.

We got dressed and made our way to Alban Swesra, a small, no-frills restaurant famous for its cheese-laden dishes.

As soon as we stepped inside, the rich aroma of melted cheese and sizzling butter filled the air.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” I told her as we sat down at one of the modest tables.

We ordered Roqaq, a crispy, layered pastry soaked in ghee and stuffed with minced meat and cheese, a skillet of Alexandrian-style sausages, and eggs with pastrami covered in cheese.

The food arrived sizzling, the cheese stretching beautifully as I scooped some onto her plate.

She took a bite, and her eyes widened. “Oh my God,” she mumbled with her mouth full.

I grinned. “Told you.”

She swallowed and grabbed my hand. “If you ever want to make me happy, just feed me this.”

I chuckled. “Noted.”

We ate until we were stuffed, laughing as we fought over the last bite. After finishing our meal with some nice tea, we headed out for our next adventure.

The drive to Montaza Palace was amazing, the sea stretching endlessly beside us. When we arrived, the sprawling gardens welcomed us with their lush greenery, towering palm trees, and hidden pathways leading to breathtaking sea views.

She walked ahead of me, her hair swaying in the breeze. “It’s been so long since I was here,” she said softly.

I took her hand. “Then let’s make new memories.”

We strolled through the gardens, stopping to take in the grandeur of the Al-Haramlik Palace, its intricate details standing tall against the sky.

Eventually, we reached a quiet seaside café, tucked away with a perfect view of the crashing waves.

We sat at a table under a large umbrella, the scent of grilled fish filling the air.

An old waiter with a warm smile approached us.

“You two look like you’re in love,” he said with a wink.

She blushed. “We are.”

He nodded knowingly. “Then you need the best seafood in Alexandria.”

He brought out a spread of grilled sea bass, fried calamari, shrimp drenched in buttery garlic sauce, and a steaming bowl of seafood rice, flavored with saffron and rich broth.

We dug in, savoring each bite. She dipped a piece of bread into the garlicky shrimp sauce and moaned. “This tastes like heaven.”

I watched her, loving the way she closed her eyes with each bite, completely lost in the flavors.

Halfway through the meal, she picked up a shrimp and held it to my lips. “Taste,” she whispered.

I took a bite, licking a bit of sauce off her fingers. She giggled, but her eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of something intimate passing between us.

We finished our meal slowly, drinking fresh lemon mint juice as we gazed out at the sea.

“This might be my favorite meal ever,” she sighed, leaning into me.

I kissed the top of her head. “There’s still dessert.”

For our final stop of the day, I took her to El Sheikh Wafiq, a tiny dessert shop famous for its Feteer Meshaltet—flaky Egyptian pastry served with honey, cream, and powdered sugar.

The moment the waiter placed the dish in front of us, her eyes lit up. “This looks incredible.”

She tore off a piece, dipped it into the thick cream, and took a bite. A soft moan escaped her lips.

I smirked. “You’re making that sound again.”

She laughed, throwing a napkin at me. “Shut up and eat.”

I leaned in, taking a bite from her fingers. The sweetness melted on my tongue, but nothing compared to the way she looked at me.

“I think I’m in love,” she sighed dramatically.

“With me or the food?” I teased.

She grinned. “Both.”

I kissed her, tasting the lingering sweetness of honey on her lips.

As the night fell and we walked back to the hotel, hand in hand, I knew this weekend wasn’t just about Alexandria—it was about us. About rewriting memories. About love, laughter, and the simple joy of sharing a moment or a meal with the person you adore.

Then we headed back to the hotel and took a hot, steamy shower together.

Afterward, we got into bed and started watching TV, her head resting on my chest.

I started to feel her hand sliding over my dick.

“I thought we were just going to sleep,” I said.

“Well, I want to reward you for the amazing day you gave me,” she said.

Then she kissed me while giving me a handjob.

Then she sat between my legs and started sucking and devouring my dick like she always does.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of how unbelievably good your blowjobs are, honey.”

“Glad you like it,” she said with a sexy smirk.

After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I moaned.

She kept sucking until I came and she kept sucking even after I came.

“I fucking love your dick, baby. I could suck on it all day long,” she said while cum and saliva dripping from her mouth.

Then I flipped her under me.

“I gotta say, I’m full, but whenever I see your glorious pussy, I feel like I’m starving,” I said while spreading her legs slowly.

And I started eating and munching her juicy beautiful pussy.

And I did all sorts of stuff—eating, licking, and fingering—till she came 4 times.

And my dick got so hard, so I just grabbed it and slid it all the way in.

“Oh fuck yes, give that dick,” she moaned.

And I tried to keep it slow, but I couldn’t help but go faster and faster as i got so turned on by her.

And after a while, I was close to cumming.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming, baby,” I said.

“Cum on face, baby,” she said.

I took my dick out, and I came all over her face and tits.

“Oh fuck, that was amazing,” I said.

“It’s fucking amazing, honey, I love your cum,” she said, as she was licking and eating my cum from her face and tits.

I grabbed her a towel to clean my cum that almost covered her face.

Then, we just laid next to each other, exhausted from the sex battle we just had, till we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of soft waves crashing outside our suite.

The sky was a pale shade of blue, the early sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow over the bed.

She was still asleep, curled up beside me, her hair sprawled over the pillow. Her breathing was soft, peaceful.

I watched her for a moment, feeling a deep warmth in my chest.

I didn't want to wake her just yet, but I wanted to make this morning special. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and picked up the phone to call room service.

"Good morning, sir. What can we prepare for you today?"

"I want the best breakfast you have. Something sweet, something savory, and a bottle of fresh orange juice. Oh, and a pot of coffee—she loves coffee."

"Absolutely, sir. We’ll have it ready shortly."

I hung up and climbed back into bed, wrapping my arm around her waist. She stirred slightly, letting out a soft hum as she pressed back into me.

"Where did you go?" she mumbled sleepily.

I kissed her bare shoulder. "Nowhere, love. Just making sure our morning is perfect."

She turned in my arms, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Mmm, you’re spoiling me."

"And I always will."

A gentle knock on the door announced the arrival of our breakfast.

I slipped on a robe and let the hotel staff wheel in a lavish spread: fluffy croissants, golden pancakes drizzled with honey, creamy scrambled eggs, smoked salmon with fresh cream cheese, and a basket of warm bread with butter and jam. A small tray of fresh strawberries and figs sat beside a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice, and the aroma of rich, dark coffee filled the air.

She sat up in bed, her eyes widening at the sight. "Oh my God."

I grinned as I carried the tray over, setting it between us on the bed. "Good morning, princess."

She grabbed a croissant, tearing off a piece and popping it into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut as she chewed. "This is incredible."

I poured her a cup of coffee, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar, the way she liked it. Handing it to her, I watched as she took a sip, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

"You know me too well," she murmured.

I picked up a ripe strawberry and held it to her lips. She took a slow bite, her eyes locked onto mine. "I think this might be the best breakfast of my life," she whispered.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, tasting the sweetness of the fruit. "That’s because you’re sharing it with me."

We spent most of the morning in bed, feeding each other, stealing kisses between bites, letting the world outside disappear.

At some point, she dipped her finger into the honey and playfully smeared it on her lips.

"Taste," she whispered.

I leaned in to taste the honey off her beautiful lips, "Delicious," I murmured as we went into a deep kiss.

Breakfast turned into slow, lazy touches, laughter, and tangled sheets.

We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, making love again and again, taking our time, savoring every second.

When the afternoon sun streamed in, we finally pulled the covers around us, lying side by side, breathless and content.

She traced lazy circles on my chest. "I never want this weekend to end," she admitted.

I kissed her forehead. "Then let’s make every moment count."

And we did.

We stayed in each other’s arms watching romantic movies and whenever we would get turned on by a hot scene in the movie, we would just jump on each other and go for a new round and trying new positions.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm hues of orange and pink over the Alexandria coastline, we finally left the sanctuary of our suite.

The day had been nothing short of perfect—filled with love, laughter, and stolen moments in bed—but now, it was time for one last special meal before heading back to Cairo.

I had planned something unforgettable.

“Where are we going?” she asked as we stepped into the waiting car.

“You’ll see,” I teased, squeezing her hand.

She leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder as we drove through the streets of Alexandria, the salty sea breeze drifting through the open window.

I had reserved us a table at The Greek Club, one of Alexandria’s most iconic restaurants, known for its sea-view terrace and incredible Mediterranean cuisine.

The moment we arrived, she gasped at the sight of the candlelit tables overlooking the shimmering sea.

“This is beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes glowing in the soft light.

We were seated at the edge of the terrace, the waves crashing gently against the shore just below us.

A chilled bottle of white wine was brought to our table as we browsed the menu.

“I want you to pick,” she said, smiling over the rim of her glass.

I knew exactly what to order.

We started with grilled halloumi drizzled with honey, fresh octopus in olive oil and lemon, and a classic Greek salad with ripe tomatoes and feta cheese.

She took a bite of the halloumi and closed her eyes. “I swear, I’ve had so much good food this weekend, but this… this might be my favorite.”

I chuckled. “You say that after every meal.”

“Well, you keep feeding me incredible food,” she teased, spearing a cherry tomato with her fork before feeding it to me.

For the main course, we shared a whole grilled seabream, its skin perfectly crisp, served with a side of lemony roasted potatoes and garlicky spinach. The flavors were fresh, simple, and perfect.

As we ate, we reminisced about the weekend—the lazy mornings, the romantic breakfasts, the lots and lots of amazing sex.

“I don’t want this weekend to end,” she admitted, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass.

I reached for her hand, lacing our fingers together. “Then let’s promise each other something.”

She tilted her head. “What?”

“No matter where we are, no matter how busy life gets, we’ll always make time for weekends like this.”

A soft smile played on her lips. “I love that.”

I lifted her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Then it’s a promise.”

Before leaving, we ordered Galaktoboureko, a creamy Greek custard wrapped in layers of flaky phyllo and soaked in warm honey syrup.

When it arrived, she picked up a spoon and held it up to my lips.

“Open,” she commanded playfully.

I let her feed me the first bite, the sweet custard melting on my tongue. “Mmm, that’s incredible.”

She took a bite herself, sighing in pleasure. “I’m convinced you’re trying to make me gain weight.”

I laughed. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

She leaned in, her voice soft. “You make me so happy.”

I cupped her face, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “That’s all I ever want.”

With full hearts and satisfied appetites, we made our way back to the hotel, packed our bags, and checked out of our luxurious suite.

As we drove back to Cairo, she rested her head on my shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on my arm.

“Best weekend ever,” she murmured sleepily.

I kissed the top of her head. “And just the first of many.”

She smiled against my skin, and I knew—this wasn’t just a weekend getaway. This was a memory we would hold onto forever.