Page 101 of Capri

Tonight, I get Capri all to myself. As my date, with the potential of being more.

A realization I never thought was possible when meeting her in Italy.

I’ve got questions, but I’m happy to be patient with her and let her open up to me in her own time.

My plan tonight is to show her the vulnerable side of me. I want it to be casual, so I’m taking her to eat somewhere low-key, a place I’m sure she’s been to plenty of times. Then, I have one last thing in store.

I throw on some khaki shorts, a linen button-up, and my Sperrys before running some pomade through my freshly washed hair. I brush my teeth, spritz myself with cologne, and call it a day.

After grabbing some essentials I need for tonight, I climb into the truck to get my girl.

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“Why haveI never had this before?” Capri murmurs through bites.

I should be enjoying my artisanal grilled cheese, but my mind has other plans tonight. I fully intended to have a meaningful conversation, yet all I can think about is the way her tits look in that dress.

Fuck my life.

When Capri opened her apartment door, revealing herself to me, I lost my ability to speak. The strapless, yellow silk of her dress hugs every curve on her sculpted body. The most delicious tits I’ve ever seen are constricted so tight, I question the durability of the fabric. It slims her figure like it was made for her. Strappy heels on her feet and blonde hair straight like silk.

I'm hungry, and not for the grilled cheese in front of me.

“Huh?” I respond, feeling like a fucking teenager, horny over my buddy’s mom.

She’s a goddamn woman.A heaven-sent one at that.

“Eyes up here, Captain.”

Can men blush? Because I’m pretty sure I just did.

“Right. You just look…Christ, Capri. You’re stunning.”

She smiles brightly, grilled cheese stuffed in her mouth and eyes glassy with happiness. “How about now?” She takes another bite of her sandwich and brings it to her face, creating a smile.

I chuckle. “Even more.”

I brought Capri to the best grilled cheese food truck in town. Hands down, nothing tops The Grilled Melt. Pair it with their homemade tomato soup and you’ve got a damn good comfort meal.

I parked my truck on the cusp of downtown, where the coast meets the streets, and backed in so Capri and I could catch a view of the water at sunset.

I’m not super experienced in dating, so I Google searched “Chill date ideas” and this popped up. Wanting Capri to feel relaxed, I blew up an air mattress and laid it in the truck bed with blankets and pillows to make sure she stays warm.

Although it’s still summer, the nights are chilly by the water.

Once we finish eating, Capri lays herself back on a pillow and gazes at the stars. I join her, but the stars are nowhere near as distracting as the woman beside me.

The glow from the sky illuminates the freckles sprinkled across her nose and highlights the crisp blue of her eyes.

“What do you want most in this world?” Capri asks, eyes filled with so much wonder.

Her question is random but fitting for us.

“What do I want most in this world?” I repeat her question. I could spend more time thinking about it, but I don’t need to. I know exactly what I want most. “I want a full life. I spent too many years doing things that made other people happy and never myself. All I do is work. I want to have a simple life with someone who wants the same. Less work, more togetherness, I guess. I’m tired of being alone.”

That’s the most honest thing I’ve ever admitted to myself and someone else. Yet, I know it resonates with her.

Capri’s eyes lock with mine, and I see the understanding in them. “You’ll find it. I believe that for you.”

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