*Natalia*
“As you can see, the owner was heavily influenced by classic Italian art.” Our tour guide pointed at one of the busts in the Villa San Michele.
I was grateful for the other people on the tour, who seemed far more interested in what we were doing than I was.
It was an absolutely gorgeous museum, but this tour alone had lasted over an hour, and it was our third one of the day. I was beginning to suspect that Tallon had jam-packed our day just in case our trip was cut short again.
I loved seeing so much of the Isle of Capri, but I found myself continuously ignoring the beautiful views in favor of staring at my husband. We had ended the night before with a sweet round of lovemaking, but it hadn’t even begun to satiate my hunger for him.
Tallon felt my gaze and turned to make eye contact, smiling at me absently and reaching out to entangle his fingers with mine. He turned back to the tour guide but pulled my hand up to his mouth for a gentle kiss.
