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Candid amateur beach sexPhotograph: Alamy The spa here stretches across the basement of the white s hotel — one end is dark-walled and soothing, with colour therapy and steam rooms, the other clinical and spare, offering Botox and cryotherapy. It smells like the island, a rich green scent which follows us as we trot around the cove that evening to a fish restaurant, Konoba Cigale , where the proximity to Venice shows in the menu — they stuff their homemade pasta with seafood caught that morning. Again, that blissful feeling overwhelmed me as our daughter danced to the accordion player and my partner and I looked at each other over our Istrian wine with a sort of stunned disbelief at the glory of it all, at the possibility of a holiday that feels like the photos. Morning came with birdsong.
Wait, do you still do it with her. Her daughter?" Chris burst out laughing, holding his sides. "If you could see the look on your face right now, Holly!" My chest was heaving. "What. Why is this funny?" He reached out and grasped my hand.
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" He twisted his hand, grasped my fingers, and brought them to his lips. "Don't ever be afraid to tell me anything. Please. Good news, bad news, whatever.
"Thank you. " "Shh, don't cry. " He gave me a second kiss, wiped his thumb over each of my lower lids, and then threaded his fingers through mine before opening the door. Back at his place with full bellies, we sat on the couch and watched a classic Christmas movie on TV.
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Girls didn't stick around with guys who made it blatantly clear they had secrets. " The constant buzz of one of our phones on the nightstand had us both looking in that direction.
It stopped a second later. When there wasn't a ding that the caller had left a voicemail, Chris laid his free arm across my chest under my breasts and rested his chin on his forearm, his dark eyes on mine.
"I'd never regretted the piercings.
If Dirk wanted to go through the trouble of fighting the crowds at the grocery store, so be it. I tried not to imagine the awkward atmosphere at dinner where none of us talked. At all. I reasoned that I'd get over it.
But this morning when I asked her if Dirk was defrosting the turkey at his place because I'd not seen it, she dropped the bomb that he was on a no-poultry diet and had bought a ham for us to bake instead tomorrow.