Vitali
The sea stretches endlessly before us, deep and endless, mirroring the way I feel when I look at her. Gia stands at the edge of the infinity pool, her white slip dress catching in the warm breeze, the silk clinging to her curves. She’s barefoot, her skin glowing from the Italian sun, and when she tilts her head slightly, the diamond on her finger winks at me in the golden light. My ring. On her.
I take a slow sip of whiskey, but it does nothing to cool the heat curling inside me. Months have passed, and still, the satisfaction of having her as mine hasn’t settled. I don’t think it ever will.