10. Jahsir
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Crimson always called me a nerd, but between the two of us, she was the bigger one. She was dead set on visiting every historical spot in the city, so we spent the next two days walking all over the place, mostly uphill, because somehow every landmark she wanted to see was on a hill.
We hit the Prince’s Palace first. She was obsessed with the view from up there and kept pointing things out like we were on a school field trip.
I didn’t mind, though. She looked happy, like she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Which brought me peace, because I wanted to pick her brain about moving here.
After that, we walked through the Exotic Garden, which was more my speed.
It was quiet, peaceful, and we could actually enjoy each other.
We held hands, and we stopped every few minutes to look at weird plants or take a picture of some cactus with a name I couldn’t pronounce.
After two days of getting her history fix, she went straight into beach mode. Beach day was probably my favorite by far. No walking, no lines or exhibits, just us and the environment. We lie out for hours. Crimson buried her toes in the sand and splashed around in the water every so often.
We took a break from all of the girly shit she wanted to do.
I rented a blue Bugatti Chiron. The second we hit the streets, heads turned.
That engine wasn’t quiet, and that’s how I liked it.
Driving was a sport. And with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Crim’s thigh, I was in my own Fast and Furious movie.
We flew past cafes and tight curves overlooking the sea.
People stared with their phones out, probably thinking we were someone important.
And we were. I rarely patted myself on the back, but Crimson and I wouldn’t be doing any of this if it hadn’t been for the name I built.
At night, we kept it simple. Dinners on rooftops with candlelight and live music playing somewhere in the background.
Other nights, we skipped the whole going-out part and stayed in.
We made love on the terrace and wherever else there was space to do so in the suite.
Before we knew it, we were approaching our final night.
While I could see she was enjoying herself, our conversation disappeared, leaving me to wonder what she was thinking.
She started to pull back, and her entire demeanor changed.
So when Crimson begged me, I agreed to take her to the party on the Genevieve.
It was my last effort at making her happy.