Abigail
Santorini took my breath away. The moment we stepped off the private jet and into the warm evening, it felt like I'd been hurled into a surreal paradise.
Whitewashed buildings tumbled down the cliffs like scattered sugar cubes, their edges glowing gold in the setting sun. Iconic blue domes dotted the landscape, and beyond them stretched the vast, deep blue of the Aegean Sea and the caldera.
A freaking submerged volcano! It was wild. The air smelled like salt and something flowery. It was almost too beautiful to be real.
I stood there for a long moment, speechless, the cool evening breeze whispering over my skin.
Finnegan's hand settled on my back, warm and strong through the fabric of my dress.
"You like it?" he whispered in my ear.
"Like it?" I let out a breathless laugh, turning to look at him.
