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For the first few minutes of the flight, I’d stared in awe out the window as the plane took off. The slight jolt as it’d gone up into the air had been like a rollercoaster, and my child-like excitement had grown. After the excitement faded and the plane leveled out in the sky, I’d fidgeted a little in the seat.
Declan had been so close. The smell of his cologne and natural pheromones had been like a kickstart to my crotch rocket—aka my dick, which had stood at attention for so long that I’d had to go and rub one out in the tiny bathroom.
Hours into the flight, I’d browsed Netflix to find something to watch. I’d smirked when I put on one of Declan’s movies. He hadn’t found it nearly as funny as me, especially when I told him toshhwhen he tried to talk during it.
Seven hours into the flight, I zonked out and went to sleep, only being woken up once when the plane hit some turbulence.
“Wake up, Freckles.”
I woke up confused, wondering why my bedroom had so many windows and other people in it. I didn’t remember having an orgy. Then, my sleep-stupid brain caught up with reality. I blinked at Declan, who gave a lopsided grin.
The sun was shining as we got our carry-on bags from the compartment and left the plane. We’d left Addersfield around noon and it was early morning in Greece.
Damn time zones were going to screw me all up.
Since I’d slept for a few hours, though, I hoped I could stay awake for most of the day so we could explore a little—and fuck a lot—before collapsing into bed later.
Gideon made a call and as we waited for a car, we found our luggage and stretched our legs. Sitting for so long had made my ass hurt.
“You okay, Agent?” Declan quirked a brow.
“Yeah.” I rubbed at my backside. “My ass cheeks are sore.”
He scoffed and slid on his sunglasses. “Just wait ‘til later, Agent. I’ll really make them sore.”
I perked up at that—in more ways than one—and followed behind him.
The airport wasn’t far from the town of Mykonos. Once we got a car, we headed for the hotel. Everything was so beautiful: white buildings, blue skies above us, cerulean waters, and a charming atmosphere. People were everywhere, walking along the cobbled streets, standing near the water line, and crowding near stores and restaurants. But not as many as there’d be if we would’ve come in the peak season.
Late summer was the busiest time for tourists, based on the research I’d done. We’d come in mid-June, so while it was busy, it wasn’t ungodly crowded like it would’ve been had we come in July or August.
“Did you know Mykonos is like the party animal of the Cycladic islands?” I told Declan, turning from the window to gaze at him.
His mouth twitched. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.” I nodded. “Paradise Beach is the most popular for partying. Especially at night. There’re all kinds of clubs, and DJs from all over the world travel here.” Realizing I was blabbing, I snapped my mouth shut and went red in the face. “You probably know all this, huh?”
“Yeah.” Declan smirked. “But I like hearing you explain it.”
I heaved a sigh and peered back out the window.
I felt like crap, probably jet lag, but I was too excited to let it bother me. I’d hardly left Addersfield in all my twenty-two years, and the first time Ididleave, I went to freaking Greece.
Nothing could bring me down right then. I was on a high and nothing could touch me.
Declan’s fingers touched mine between us in the backseat of the car. A zing went through me, and I jerked my head toward him. He was probably the only person who could’ve taken my attention away from the beautiful island of Mykonos.
“Look,” he pointed behind me.
At first, I thought he was playing a trick on me, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I’m serious,” he said with a laugh. “Look.”
So, I did.
On a hill, beside the sea, stood a row of old windmills. I’d read about them in my research and, to be completely honest, I hadn’t expected to find them so interesting. But as I looked at them, I couldn’t help but stare in awe. They’d been restored, but even so, they still held that ancient charm to them. Whispers from the past surrounded their snow-white stone structures, a sharp contrast to the deep blue sea behind them.
“How long until we get to the hotel?” I asked, trying to make conversation. And maybe because I had to take a piss.
