Sweet Dreams (Sunset Dreams Series Book 1) by Jennifer Senhaji Page A
Authors: Jennifer Senhaji
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about my earlier run in with Jake. How is it possible that we were on the same road at the same time in the same country?
Serendipity?
I turn on the TV to try and distract myself from the thoughts running through my head and decide to take shower. As I’m changing, a picture of Jake and Amy appears on the screen. I can’t understand anything the announcer says except “ Benvenuiti a Italia.”
I deflate.
Of course he’s here with Amy.
I shut off the TV, not wanting to see any more and escape to the bathroom. After my shower, I put on my most comfortable clothes and sit on my bed to read for a while. My mind keeps going back to the ride with Jake; his smell, my arms around him, and the hug he gave me on the side of the road. I thought it had been long enough, but he still affects me the same way he did last year.
I can’t concentrate.
I keep reading the same page over and over. Eventually, I give up and put my book down. Climbing under the covers, I try not to think about him or if I will see him again while I’m here.
It doesn’t work.
The next morning I wake up early. Getting dressed for the day, I decide to head over to the café on the corner for an espresso. Grabbing my map and my bag, I leave my room, locking the door behind me.
What should I do today? Where should I go?
After getting down the stairs I open my map of the area and walk through the courtyard to the front of the pensione .
Gino is at the front desk as I pass and asks, “ Buon giorno, Signorina Jen, dove va? ”
“ Buon giorno, Gino, primo espresso ,” I answer with a smile and a wave.
As I walk out the front door I find Jake parked on his bike in front of the entrance gate: jacket, glasses, and all.
“Good morning.”
Surprised, I smile and say, “Good morning. I was on my way out for the day. What are you doing here?”
Jake looks down almost shyly and says, “Come with me for a ride? Come on, just for the day. We can catch up and I can show you around. I know this city like the back of my hand. Give me one day.”
I can’t hide my happiness and excitement at the thought of Jake and me spending a whole day together and accept. “Of course I will.”
Jake’s eyes are bright and sparkle as he flashes me his megawatt smile. “Great, get on.”
Placing my map in my bag and my bag around my shoulders, I ask, “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Hang on.”
Off we go. Jake drives us down through the streets and I yelp and cringe as he avoids pedestrians and other cars until we hit the coast road. He speeds up, and I’m once again wrapped around him. There’s no way to keep the smile off my face. I can’t believe I’m here, on the back of Jake’s bike, riding along the Amalfi Coast. The day is beautiful as the sun glints off the water. There’s no place I would rather be.
We arrive in Positano and Jake drives us up into the hills where we admire the view as we navigate the small streets. Reaching a peak, we stop for a moment, not getting off the bike, taking in the breathtaking vista of the little town below. After a few minutes, we head back down to the waterfront. Parking the bike, Jake helps me off, taking my hand in his, and threading his fingers through mine. My heart skips a beat at the sensation of Jake’s hand in mine and I do a little internal dance when he doesn’t let go. He pulls me along the little road on the water where we end up at a café that faces the ocean. Unable to keep the huge smile off my face, I sit there with him as we wait for a server. I’m so incredibly happy. Jake orders two espressos and we sip them as we watch the people on the sand and the boats in the water, and comment on the beautiful weather.
“When you’re done, let’s take a little walk around town, okay?”
“Yes, that sounds great. Oh, it’s such a perfect day today,” I say, taking in a deep breath of the ocean air as I close my eyes and lift my face to the morning sun.
“How do you like
Serendipity?
I turn on the TV to try and distract myself from the thoughts running through my head and decide to take shower. As I’m changing, a picture of Jake and Amy appears on the screen. I can’t understand anything the announcer says except “ Benvenuiti a Italia.”
I deflate.
Of course he’s here with Amy.
I shut off the TV, not wanting to see any more and escape to the bathroom. After my shower, I put on my most comfortable clothes and sit on my bed to read for a while. My mind keeps going back to the ride with Jake; his smell, my arms around him, and the hug he gave me on the side of the road. I thought it had been long enough, but he still affects me the same way he did last year.
I can’t concentrate.
I keep reading the same page over and over. Eventually, I give up and put my book down. Climbing under the covers, I try not to think about him or if I will see him again while I’m here.
It doesn’t work.
The next morning I wake up early. Getting dressed for the day, I decide to head over to the café on the corner for an espresso. Grabbing my map and my bag, I leave my room, locking the door behind me.
What should I do today? Where should I go?
After getting down the stairs I open my map of the area and walk through the courtyard to the front of the pensione .
Gino is at the front desk as I pass and asks, “ Buon giorno, Signorina Jen, dove va? ”
“ Buon giorno, Gino, primo espresso ,” I answer with a smile and a wave.
As I walk out the front door I find Jake parked on his bike in front of the entrance gate: jacket, glasses, and all.
“Good morning.”
Surprised, I smile and say, “Good morning. I was on my way out for the day. What are you doing here?”
Jake looks down almost shyly and says, “Come with me for a ride? Come on, just for the day. We can catch up and I can show you around. I know this city like the back of my hand. Give me one day.”
I can’t hide my happiness and excitement at the thought of Jake and me spending a whole day together and accept. “Of course I will.”
Jake’s eyes are bright and sparkle as he flashes me his megawatt smile. “Great, get on.”
Placing my map in my bag and my bag around my shoulders, I ask, “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Hang on.”
Off we go. Jake drives us down through the streets and I yelp and cringe as he avoids pedestrians and other cars until we hit the coast road. He speeds up, and I’m once again wrapped around him. There’s no way to keep the smile off my face. I can’t believe I’m here, on the back of Jake’s bike, riding along the Amalfi Coast. The day is beautiful as the sun glints off the water. There’s no place I would rather be.
We arrive in Positano and Jake drives us up into the hills where we admire the view as we navigate the small streets. Reaching a peak, we stop for a moment, not getting off the bike, taking in the breathtaking vista of the little town below. After a few minutes, we head back down to the waterfront. Parking the bike, Jake helps me off, taking my hand in his, and threading his fingers through mine. My heart skips a beat at the sensation of Jake’s hand in mine and I do a little internal dance when he doesn’t let go. He pulls me along the little road on the water where we end up at a café that faces the ocean. Unable to keep the huge smile off my face, I sit there with him as we wait for a server. I’m so incredibly happy. Jake orders two espressos and we sip them as we watch the people on the sand and the boats in the water, and comment on the beautiful weather.
“When you’re done, let’s take a little walk around town, okay?”
“Yes, that sounds great. Oh, it’s such a perfect day today,” I say, taking in a deep breath of the ocean air as I close my eyes and lift my face to the morning sun.
“How do you like
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