She hesitated, then looked away. 揥e don抰 have to end things厰
Surprise washed through me, then triumph. Then I realized she didn抰 mean it in the way I thought. 揧ou want us to keep fucking even when you抮e married to Clifford.?
Anna grimaced, then quickly shook her head. 揥e can抰。 I?I hate that we have to talk about this. I don抰 want to think about it.?
But eventually we would have to face the truth. I wondered if she抎 ever considered telling her parents about us. If she抎 ever considered breaking things off with Clifford while she抎 lain in my arms at night, or while we抎 shared a good laugh. I had spent hours awake at night imagining a future with Anna.
Anna leaned forward, her eyes pleading. 揕et抯 pretend I抦 not marrying. Let抯 just enjoy our time together. Okay??
I took a deep breath, then nodded.
For Anna, I抎 do it. I couldn抰 let her go yet. Not yet.
The human brain is a powerful tool. I managed to pretend like Anna had asked me to, and so we kept enjoying our days until the summer almost like a couple.
When the first day of the summer holidays rolled around, Anna and I both briefly descended into wistfulness.
Luckily the next day, we took a plane down to Marseille for our trip to the Provence. Right when we landed, Anna and I held hands. It felt natural.
The sun was shining brightly as we headed for the rental car station at the airport.
Once we抎 filled out all the paperwork and Anna had received the keys, she headed for a tiny blue Fiat Cinquecento Cabrio.
揚lease tell me that isn抰 our vehicle.?I couldn抰 call that thing car. It would be an insult to my Camaro and every other car with a little pride.
Anna rolled her eyes as she rounded the car as if it was a cute puppy. 揑t抯 perfect.?She beamed. Fuck. I could live with that Matchbox car if it made Anna smile like that.
揑抦 driving!?Anna shouted before I could head for the driver抯 side. I sank down on the passenger seat, watching with amusement how Anna inspected the gearshift of the Fiat. I was used to driving gear shift, but Anna had never done it. She hadn抰 driven much at all in the last two and a half years. If we went anywhere by car in Paris, I always drove.
Seeing my expression, hers filled with determination.
And eventually she managed to get the engine running and we pulled out of the parking lot. Anna let out a delighted laugh. 揟his will be a magical trip.?
I chuckled and relaxed in the seat. Anna pressed the button that opened the top of the car. Her hair blew around her head wildly and she laughed again.
I reached inside her purse and grabbed a scrunchie. Anna gave me a grateful smile as I put her hair in a messy ponytail while she steered the car onto a narrow coastal road.
揑 love it when you do that.?
Usually I only ever held her hair back when she blew me but this felt nice too. I loved the feeling of her silky hair between my fingers. 揑 just don抰 want to drop off the cliff because your hair impairs your vision.?
I couldn抰 see her eyes because of her huge sunglasses but I knew she was rolling her eyes.
揇on抰 be grumpy. This will be the summer of our life.?
I knew I抎 always remember this summer. The first summer Anna really felt like my woman?
?and the last.
We rented a tiny baby blue Fiat Cinquecento and rode the winding streets of the southern Provence with it until we reached our final goal, a small beach town, a former fishing village, between Nizza and Antibes. The town had two beaches, one easily accessible beach close to the promenade, and another one which could only be reached by boat or by climbing down a narrow, steep staircase that was beaten into the cliffs more than a century ago.
Santino carried our backpack as we clambered down the staircase. We could have easily afforded to rent a boat or even a yacht to reach the beach. Money was hardly an issue, but during our entire time in Paris, apart from the central and expensive apartment, Santino and I had tried to live a basic life, like a student like myself would.
I enjoyed the simplicity of it and it made me appreciate the little things all the more. I knew Santino hadn抰 expected me to be able to live without luxuries. Despite it being only ten in the morning, the beach was already beginning to fill up with visitors. Some only came down for a few spectacular photos for Instagram but others spread out their towels or even beach tents.
Santino and I settled on towels close to the cliffs on the right. Because this part of the beach was still in the shadows, it wasn抰 as populated as the rest and so Santino and I could enjoy a touch of privacy.
I got out of my beach slip then began to unhook my bikini top.
揥hat are you doing??Santino growled.
揑抦 doing what many French girls do when they go to the beach, I抦 flashing my boobs.?