When it finally comes around to ordering, Nico asks for a bottle of wine and two glasses before we order entrées and mains. I decide on a classic bruschetta to begin with and a simple carbonara. Nico also orders a pasta dish except his is more tomato based rather than cheese.

The wine rolls around and the waiter pours out a glass each for us both. Thanking him, we both take a sip. "How is your family?" Nico asks and I internally cringe at the question.

"They're good... It's a bit rocky between my mother and me at the moment, but it's always been like that with us. We tried to move past things, but it ultimately just made everything worse," I explain, and Nico nods his head.

"I take it she is still a firm believer that inviting that dick over here and lying about you still being into him was the right call to make?" he asks but I shake my head.

"She's admitted that she overstepped, and she never should've gotten involved - which was a surprise. But she also said things about me not knowing the entire story?" I furrow my brows.

"And what's the entire story?" Nico asks, obviously as intrigued as I am.

"I haven't a clue. I didn't have time to demand answers for her vagueness and it is constantly playing in the back of my mind. I don't understand what kind of story would compel her to mess with my personal life so drastically. That she'd get in contact with my ex and ask him to fly to another country," I say, and Nico becomes pensive.

"It obviously must be important if she's willing to go to such measures," Nico states and I nod, still deep in thought.

The conversation halts when the entrées are served. My bruschetta looks beyond delicious. Nico takes a bite of his Sicilian salad and he closes his eyes in delight. Taking a bite out of the crunchy bread and the cold tomatoes, I conclude that I will never find anything better than Italian cuisine. It is simply better than any other food out there.

"Thank you for everything... I don't thank you enough for all that you have done for me. If I hadn't gone to your restaurant that night and met you, I'm afraid I would no longer be sane," I laugh and Nico smiles.

"A lot of people have come and gone on this island, whether they've been here for days, weeks or months. But none have been as radiant as you. I've never wanted to share my home with anyone as much as I do with you," he says, his hand folding over mine.

I can't help my smile and that aching in my chest, that feeling of... "I do not deserve you," I shake my head and Nico scoffs.

"That's because you deserve more than I can give you," he says, and I hold his hand tighter. His thumb rubs idle circles on my palm and just his touch is enough to send me into a spiral.

"All I want is you and that is more than enough," I admit, and his eyes darken. Nico lifts my hand and presses a kiss on top of it.

"Let's get out of here," he says, and something stirs in my stomach.

"And go where?" I ask and Nico smiles.

"A surprise," he says and gets up, placing some euros down on the table before he drags me towards the exit. Nico sets off down the stairs and I squeal, trying to stop myself from falling.

"Nico, slow down!" I laugh and he joins me. Before I can say another word, I'm pulled aside. My back pressed flush against the wall, those blue eyes staring into mine. Nico is breathing heavily and I find myself breathing just as raggedly.

"I have another Italian word for you, well words..." Nico trails off and I furrow my brows. "Mi sto innamorando di te," he says and kisses the tip of my nose.

Smiling at him, I ask, "And what does that mean?"

A long stretch of silence is put between us, as though he almost doesn't want to say. "I'm falling for you," he breathes, and I close my eyes. Those words heal me in ways nothing else ever can.

Opening my eyes again, I press my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. When I break our kiss, I take a few breaths - calming myself. "I'm falling for you," I whisper back, and Nico kisses me again, pressing his hips into mine.

"Say it again," Nico demands and I do. I say it as many times as he asks, my heart growing with each word. "My parents... they have a cabin down near the marina," he says and pulls me along down the stairs.

I never thought I'd be spending my holiday racing through the streets with a man I fear I may be in love with. I never thought I'd be going back to his cabin, that I'd be letting him take me to fancy dinners.

This entire thing was unplanned, and I've never been more grateful.

When we reach the cabin, I am filled with awe. Nico leads me through the quaint home and the white and brown interior fills me with warmth. Taking my hand, he pulls me into another room... the bedroom. At the end of the bed is a large window that faces the ocean, the view enthralling.

Nico excuses himself to get changed before he returns in grey joggers and a t-shirt with clothes in hand for me to also get dressed. Nico places the clothes on the dresser beside him before beginning to walk towards me, darkness lacing the blue of his eyes and I feel the heat curdle within me.

Before I know it, he kisses me, his lips moving gently against mine. I move to unzip the back of my dress, but Nico's hand stops me in my tracks. "No... I just want to hold you," he whispers, and I feel like I could cry. Nodding my head, I press a sweet kiss against his jaw.

He guides me backwards before laying me down on the bed, my back softly hitting the mattress. The moonlight floods the room, glistening against Nico's tanned skin, shining light on the tattoos that peak through the white of his shirt.

Nico rests his forehead against mine and we close our eyes. "I could stay like this forever," I say into the darkness of the room. The satin sheets are soft against my skin, and I ache for Nico. The sweetness of him only wanting to hold me has worn off and I now crave more. Seeing him above me makes me think of all the times he's taken dominance, and it increases my want for him.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I open my eyes to see Nico screwing his tightly closed. "You are on dangerous grounds, Heidi," he says, and I smile. Dangerous grounds are exactly where I want to be.

Those blue eyes meet mine and I can't help but show my desire for him as I use my heels to press my hips into his. "I want to be closer to you," I whisper, and Nico looks as though he is in a war between holding me or tearing my clothes off.

Sliding my hands underneath his shirt, I graze my palms over the hard planes of his muscled torso. I remember exactly where his tattoos are and tap my fingers over them as I pass.

"You are driving me crazy, Heidi," Nico breathes, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of me. "You have no idea how much you ruin my duties as a gentleman."

Grazing my nails against his skin, I let out a harsh breath at the feeling of the growing hardness pressed between my thighs. "I don't want a gentleman, Nico. I want a man who takes me whenever he wants, wherever he wants. I want you to be that man," I admit, and Nico makes a low guttural noise.

Nico flips us over so that I am straddling him, my dress riding up my thighs, exposing me. "I just... I don't want you to think that the only reason I told you what I feel tonight is because I want to have sex with you," he says and I place both my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at me.

"Nico for the short amount of time we have known each other, I know for a fact that you're not like that. I trust you," I give him a small smile.

Nico places his hands on my hips and presses me against him. "You're everything," he says with conviction and butterflies swarm my chest. Nico shifts my hips, grinding me against him and a small moan leaves my mouth.

The only thing that separates us is the thin fabric of Nico's joggers and the feeling is exquisite. He continues to guide my hips, rolling them against his. I place my hand behind me, on top of his thigh, and the other firmly gripping his shoulder.

Nico moves to kiss my neck, sucking harshly and grazing his teeth. The slow sensual movements of my hips feel better than sex itself, the feeling of his hardness rubbing against me is a whole other feeling entirely.

My breathing grows heavy as my thighs burn from the constant movement. "Keep going, baby," Nico says as I grind my hips deeper, wanting to remove the layers between us. He awards me with a smirk and says, "Good girl." Any other guy saying those two words would make me gag, but the words coming from his lips sends me into a frenzy.

I continue in spite of the burn, the pleasure dissipating any drop of discomfort. Kissing Nico, I relish in the taste of his lips, and I'm reminded of the places they've been. I move my hands to slide them beneath his shirt, raking my nails down his torso as the edge is in sight.

Nico groans as he lets out hushed whispers. His hands dig into my hips as he quickens the pace and I'm almost sent into oblivion. "Can I come inside you?" he breathes, and the question throws me completely.

As soon as the word yes falls from my lips, he tugs his joggers down and almost rips my underwear from me. Pushing himself inside me, I gasp at the sudden fullness and the sharp pang that comes with it. A loud moan finds its way to the surface, and I refrain from clamping my hand over my mouth.

"Nico," I whine, as he drives his hips into mine - hitting the spot that always manages to push me over the edge.

"Scream my name, Heidi," he grits his teeth, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Fuck, I could bury myself in you all day long," Nico screws his eyes shut as he grazes his teeth over my collarbone.

Heat fills my body, pulling me towards the edge. A faint ringing sounds in the background but I ignore it completely. Nico pushes me backwards, so that he is on top of me, before grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. He pounds into me at such a furious rate that I am sure I will never recover. Tears form in my eyes from the intensity and when I unravel, I implode.

Nico pushes into me, his entire length filling me full as he finishes. I fall over the edge with several screams of his name, not caring if people can hear me for miles on end.

My chest moves at a speedy rate, my hips aching, and my breathing laboured. Nico's movements are sluggish as he pumps into me a few more times before laying there, still inside me. His lips move to the tip of my nose, pressing a sweet kiss. "Are you okay?" he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

Brushing his hair away from his forehead, I nod. Nico's thumb brushes underneath my eye, wiping away a tear that had fallen. "Yeah, of course," I whisper, kissing him.

When he pulls away, his fingers play absentmindedly with the few loose strands of my hair splayed out across the bed. "Let's go get cleaned up," Nico says before pulling out of me and I realise just how sore I am.

I won't lie when I say that felt beyond amazing but the pain that has come with it is uncanny.

He flings my panties towards me, and I laugh before he grabs my hand and leads me into the ensuite bathroom. Nico slowly peeled my dress off of my skin, kissing my shoulders and my stomach as he knelt before me.

When we showered, we ended up scoring another round - despite my better judgement. It's an understatement to say that I was tired beyond compare when my head hit the pillow.