The moonless sky is littered with a million tiny stars as Dorian and I wander back to our villa on foot. Along the flagstone path through the upper gardens, the cool ocean air is fragrant with night blooms.
"I'm glad we left Sean the golf cart," I whisper, sliding my hand from Dorian's elbow and threading my fingers into his. "We'd have missed out on this if we hadn't."
"I'll bring you back any time that you want," he assures me. "If you like it here, I'll buy us a place. Somewhere with a pristine beach of snowy sand and a tropical garden full of mango trees. Or shrubs. Or whatever they grow on."
I giggle and lean my head against his shoulder. "You spoil me."
"If you'd let me, sure."
"You think I wouldn't?"
