Dove
It was our last day at the Bahamas and I was convinced that I needed a holiday from the holiday. There wasn't a moment that one of the Bucky's staff weren't shoving a cocktail in my hand and food.
I had eaten far too much, the waistband of my shorts had been eating away at my stomach for days. Yet it had been the best time of my life. Benecio had stopped being a jerk after the incident at the yacht, Zahi, Toni and Rodney all blended greatly with the family and I myself had gotten close to all of the cousins.
Bucky at night would sneak into my villa and take me for walks at the beach or lead me through the canopy of palm trees to a hidden spot where we'd have a picnic just the two of us. I was in love. Stupidly so and I couldn't stop smiling whenever I thought about him.
