You’re staying at a villa in Italy, You step out on your balcony looking at the sunrise.

You shiver at the Brisk morning, bringing your steaming coffee to your lips, You take a sip and smile as warm hands fall to your hips.

“Good morning Amore mio.” Your husband says, kissing your neck as you lean against him as you look at him over your shoulder.

His hands move, until his arms are wrapped around you. “You wanna go to a few places, Bellissima?”