“You booked the honeymoon suite?” you blink, trying not to laugh as the concierge hands Xavier the key.

Xavier smirks, sliding his sunglasses into the neckline of his black tee. “They were out of the ‘just dating’ suite.”

You shoot him a look as the elevator doors open. “We’ve been together for a month.”

He steps inside behind you, voice low near your ear. “Exactly. That’s four weeks of me not touching anyone else, not thinking about anyone else, and—” his hand brushes your waist— “trying very hard not to get used to you.”

The elevator dings.

You glance at him, heartbeat tripping. “Trying?”

“Failing,” he murmurs, lips twitching.

—

The suite is obscene.

White linen drapes billow at the open doors to your private infinity pool. There are rose petals on the bed, two glasses of champagne waiting in an ice bucket, and a private chef already setting up for dinner on the balcony.

You whirl around. “This is too much.”

Xavier tosses his suitcase down. “Good. I want you overwhelmed.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Do you do anything halfway?”

He walks over, pressing a hand to the small of your back and pulling you close. “Not when it comes to you.”

You hate how easy it is — how being with him, even for just a month, already feels like something ancient. Like something you’ve always known.

—

That night, the beach is empty and glowing under the moonlight.

You’re barefoot in a white sundress, ankles brushing the water’s edge.

Xavier’s behind you, rolled-up pants, sleeves pushed to his elbows, silent for once.

“Why me?” you ask quietly, turning to him. “Why all this? One month in?”

He steps closer, brushing your damp hair over your shoulder. “Because I don’t like wasting time. And I’ve spent too long wanting people who weren’t worth it.”

“And I am?”

He looks at you for a long time, eyes dark and honest.

“You are,” he says, simply. “You make me forget I ever settled for less.”

You don’t say anything.

You just lean up and kiss him — slow, grateful, a little breathless.

The waves hit your calves. He laughs into your mouth and lifts you like it’s nothing, carrying you back toward the suite.

“You better be careful,” you murmur as his hand slides to your thigh.

“Why?”

“Because if you keep being perfect, I might fall in love with you.”

Xavier grins, kicking the door shut behind you. “Too late, cariño. I’m already there.”