❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑠 ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋɴᴅ

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚 ✈︎ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲

Jamaica hit different the moment you landed — the heat, the palms, the bright sun. After that impossibly long flight, you and Jude crashed the second you got to the villa you rented for the two-week stay. His mom went to stay with her mother, Jude’s grandmother, while you and Jude had the whole private villa to yourselves.

The next morning, you woke up slowly, the room filled with warm Jamaican sunlight. You felt Jude before you even opened your eyes — his arms tight around your waist, his breath soft on the back of your neck. He was still exhausted from the flight, holding you like he needed you to stay close.

You shifted a little, and he pulled you tighter instantly, half-asleep.

“Mornin’, princess… don’t move yet. I’m not ready to let go.”

You smiled into the pillow, listening to the waves outside and his tired heartbeat behind you.

Jamaica, the villa, the sun… and waking up in his arms. It already felt perfect