“Harry! Stop, it tickles!” I hear your giggle hit my ears as I continue pressing kisses to your jaw and neck, my hands wrapped around your waist to keep you from getting away from me. Apparently, my mustache tickles every time it grazes your skin but I'm convinced you like it. I eventually peck your lips with a lingering kiss, our mouths tasting like whatever red wine I opened. I can tell you’re getting a bit tipsy just by looking at you.

I’ve whisked you away to my house in Italy for a bit of privacy and overall a good time for the two of us. We’ve spent the past few days sunkissed, salty kisses, smelling like the ocean, and stomachs full of authentic pasta.

You and I have been dating for about 8 months give or take - best 8 months of my life I’ll add. You would think that our 10 year age gap would be a bit of an obstacle, what with you being 21 and me being 31, but it really isn’t. Sure every now and then I’m not quite sure what a new word means or we’re not big fans of the same music, but I think that’s what I like about us. We learn from each other

I see a shy smile appear on your face before you slightly turn away from me. I let out something between a scoff and a laugh before speaking “Don’t hide that pretty face from me, love. I like lookin’ at ya too much.” I say while my thumb caresses your cheek.