Sweet Dreams (Sunset Dreams Series Book 1) by Jennifer Senhaji Page B
Authors: Jennifer Senhaji
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Amalfi?”
“It’s beautiful here, Jake. You were right, I love it.”
After our espresso, Jake places some Euros on the table and again takes my hand in his. He guides me along the streets, pointing out places that he has been before, and tells me funny little anecdotes about learning to speak Italian. We go into a few boutiques and I browse while Jake hides in corners to keep a low profile. We find several bakeries and a candy shop where I buy a bag of assorted candy. Jake steals a couple of caramels out of my bag and I tease him and giggle as I skip down the street, keeping my bag of sweets just out of his reach. After we loop around, we head back down toward the ocean. Walking along the water, we watch the boats for a bit all the while Jake holding my hand in his. Breaking away, I splash him a couple of times with the cold water and after the third time, he gives me a warning look like he will throw me in.
“Sorry, sorry, please, don’t.” I hold my hands up in supplication while I try not to laugh.
He gives me a pass and nods his head toward the bike. “Come on, let’s go.” Grabbing my hand, he walks us back up to the road and over to his bike where he and I take off our shoes and empty them of the sand.
“Where to now?” I ask, getting situated on the bike behind Jake and wrapping my arms around him.
“Let’s take a little ride. There are some beautiful sights that I want to show you. Does that sound good?” Jake has his head turned back toward me so I look at his profile.
I bury my face in his shoulder blade to keep myself from licking his neck. “Sounds good.” And we’re off.
We drive down the coast, at a slower speed this time, Jake pointing to boats on the water as we go. I don’t see half of the things he tries to point out. Most of my time is spent with my eyes closed, content with my arms around him, the sun on my face, and the wind in my hair. We stop a couple of times at the vista points that look out over steep drop offs to the rocks and water below. Jake balances the bike with the balls of his feet as I rest my hands on his upper thighs to help keep my balance.
Yeah that’s it, to keep my balance.
Jake lets his hands occasionally drop down on top of mine, lacing our fingers together, making my heart pound and my stomach flip. This feels so natural and right.
I’m a total goner.
At one of the stops, Jake turns back toward me. “Are you getting hungry?”
His face is so close to mine I actually have to pull my head back a little to look him in the eye. “Yes, I’m starving.” I hope that came out the right way, because I really am hungry and a little light headed.
“I know a place where we can grab a sandwich. It’s not too far from here, is that okay?”
“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” Jake takes a left at the next road and we drive up into the hills. It doesn’t seem like we are headed in the direction of any town and all these roads seem to lead to private villas. He pulls up to a gate and punches in a code.
“I thought we were going to a café or deli or something?”
“Nah, too many people. This is better.” The gate opens and Jake pulls down one of the longest driveways I have ever seen. He stops in front of a villa and cuts the engine.
“And where are we exactly?” I ask, stepping off the bike.
“My place.” Jake smiles and jogs up the front steps.
“Shut the front door, this is your house?”
Wow, it’s huge.
“Villa actually and yes.” Jake opens the door with another code and walks in. I’m still standing on the stairs gaping as he pokes his head out and asks, “You coming?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
I quickly walk up the steps and into the foyer. Everything is tile and wrought iron, and in the distance a set of glass doors on the far side of the living room overlook the ocean. The décor is very classic, keeping with the style of the home and the location. He has masculine touches everywhere and I love it. I wouldn’t change a
“It’s beautiful here, Jake. You were right, I love it.”
After our espresso, Jake places some Euros on the table and again takes my hand in his. He guides me along the streets, pointing out places that he has been before, and tells me funny little anecdotes about learning to speak Italian. We go into a few boutiques and I browse while Jake hides in corners to keep a low profile. We find several bakeries and a candy shop where I buy a bag of assorted candy. Jake steals a couple of caramels out of my bag and I tease him and giggle as I skip down the street, keeping my bag of sweets just out of his reach. After we loop around, we head back down toward the ocean. Walking along the water, we watch the boats for a bit all the while Jake holding my hand in his. Breaking away, I splash him a couple of times with the cold water and after the third time, he gives me a warning look like he will throw me in.
“Sorry, sorry, please, don’t.” I hold my hands up in supplication while I try not to laugh.
He gives me a pass and nods his head toward the bike. “Come on, let’s go.” Grabbing my hand, he walks us back up to the road and over to his bike where he and I take off our shoes and empty them of the sand.
“Where to now?” I ask, getting situated on the bike behind Jake and wrapping my arms around him.
“Let’s take a little ride. There are some beautiful sights that I want to show you. Does that sound good?” Jake has his head turned back toward me so I look at his profile.
I bury my face in his shoulder blade to keep myself from licking his neck. “Sounds good.” And we’re off.
We drive down the coast, at a slower speed this time, Jake pointing to boats on the water as we go. I don’t see half of the things he tries to point out. Most of my time is spent with my eyes closed, content with my arms around him, the sun on my face, and the wind in my hair. We stop a couple of times at the vista points that look out over steep drop offs to the rocks and water below. Jake balances the bike with the balls of his feet as I rest my hands on his upper thighs to help keep my balance.
Yeah that’s it, to keep my balance.
Jake lets his hands occasionally drop down on top of mine, lacing our fingers together, making my heart pound and my stomach flip. This feels so natural and right.
I’m a total goner.
At one of the stops, Jake turns back toward me. “Are you getting hungry?”
His face is so close to mine I actually have to pull my head back a little to look him in the eye. “Yes, I’m starving.” I hope that came out the right way, because I really am hungry and a little light headed.
“I know a place where we can grab a sandwich. It’s not too far from here, is that okay?”
“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” Jake takes a left at the next road and we drive up into the hills. It doesn’t seem like we are headed in the direction of any town and all these roads seem to lead to private villas. He pulls up to a gate and punches in a code.
“I thought we were going to a café or deli or something?”
“Nah, too many people. This is better.” The gate opens and Jake pulls down one of the longest driveways I have ever seen. He stops in front of a villa and cuts the engine.
“And where are we exactly?” I ask, stepping off the bike.
“My place.” Jake smiles and jogs up the front steps.
“Shut the front door, this is your house?”
Wow, it’s huge.
“Villa actually and yes.” Jake opens the door with another code and walks in. I’m still standing on the stairs gaping as he pokes his head out and asks, “You coming?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
I quickly walk up the steps and into the foyer. Everything is tile and wrought iron, and in the distance a set of glass doors on the far side of the living room overlook the ocean. The décor is very classic, keeping with the style of the home and the location. He has masculine touches everywhere and I love it. I wouldn’t change a
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