Sweet as port—your honey mixed with our heat, baby.

Liana's POV

Years wove themselves into a rich, sun-faded tapestry in Santorini, our clifftop villa becoming a sanctuary etched with the patina of lived passion—faint handprints on the whitewashed walls from urgent presses, the infinity pool's tiles worn smooth from countless submerged trysts, the a...

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