You laugh off as he says one of his silly joke to make you laugh. A grin appears on his face, and you're thinking how you're so lucky. It's hot and sunny outside. A light breeze is playing with your hair. His deep brown hair is thanks to that messier than usual, and the only thing that gives direction to it are his sunglasses. Your, on the other hand, are lying on your nose. A white scarf is slightly waving in the wind and holding your hair out of your face. At first glance, you look like a quintessential Italian couple.
A short red dress with a white floral pattern matches his red Ferrari and also his t-shirt. You haven't been a big fan of that colour, but red took over your life since you met him. He always says that red matches perfectly to your olive skin, and you tend to say that this colour pertains to him.
The Tuscanian bucolic countryside is just making everything even more ideal. Sloping vineyards, charming hill towns, silvery olive groves, fields of sunflowers, and little picturesque villages.
"Would you like to stop for lunch, piccola?" His velvet voice reaches your ears. You're talking in Italian since you're both fluent. Sun shines directly on his face, so he puts his sunglasses on his eyes. He turns to you, and you're able to see yourself in the reflection of the glasses. You almost don't recognise yourself. It had been a while since you were this happy.
"I would love to." A short reply almost gets lost in the gust of wind. You cherish moments like this. Summers with Charles have been the best, even though he only had time in August thanks to his work.
He stops his car near a small intimate family restaurant. The breathtaking view of the vast vineyards that curl around the horizon making you astound. The waiter is chatty and friendly. He recommends the best dish and also places you shouldn't miss. Chinwag from all guests is filling the restaurant. You look around and see all those passionate Italians have a vibrant conversation. Perhaps this is paradise on earth. Time seems to stop here, and all you're required to do is enjoy the food and the moment.
It didn't take you much time to reach the coast. You're laughing again, listening to music and singing along. Your hands are up in the air. That's how freedom feels.
He parks his car near the cliff. It didn't take long, and you found yourself sitting on a bonnet of his Ferrari. He's standing between your legs, and you're kissing his neck. You can feel the tension in his muscles. Your hands wander up under his t-shirt until he all of a sudden puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.
"Let's just go watch a sunset," he whispers and leans against his bonnet as well, looking towards the sea. The sun is sinking beyond the horizon. Leaving the orange-gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines mixed with a bit of dove grey with a subtle hint of purple. His eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the few last orange rays before twilight would beckon the stars. His lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that he is enjoying his thoughts, whatever they may be. You move closer so that he feels your presence, yet he stays quiet, allowing him to stay lost in the moment a while longer. You lean your head on his shoulder and just watch this splendour. Italian countryside, sunset, and him.
It's almost nine when you get back into his car. "How long will the way back to the hotel take?" you ask him tiredly. You're actually kinda surprised that Charles isn't tired as well.
"About an hour and a half." He gives you a warm smile.
"Alright, that's gonna be fun," you giggle slightly before plugging your phone to his radio. The voice of Shawn Mendes fills the car. You know that Charles would never admit it, but Shawn is actually his guilty pleasure. When you aren't looking, you can hear him crooning.
"I love these days with you. I know it's my fault that we aren't together more often, but-"
"Shh, I don't want to hear anything about your work. Today, you're just Charles, mine Charles and that's it." You mumble. "I'm entitled to have you at least one day for myself."
"Sure, you have, cara mia. I'm all yours for a whole week," he chuckles and focuses on the road. He finds it adorable when you are this quirky and needy.
When you are not answering him for a long time, he lays his eyes on you. You're peacefully sleeping in the passenger seat. Your hair is falling into your face because you put down your scarf. He notices that his jacket is lying on your knees to warm you up a little bit. You maybe don't realise it, but you're his everything. He's fully aware that you think it's his job, but at the end of the day, it's you. He can feel those butterflies in his stomach when you are near, and he swears he has drowned a couple of times inside your opal-coloured eyes. He adores when he catches you wearing loose pyjamas on a Sunday, and you still would overshadow any supermodel on a runway. And that when you wake up in the morning, you smell like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of his adolescence.
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