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We chose this island because the idea of mixing culture with beautiful beaches was particularly appealing for some holiday romance. We arrived mid-afternoon so it made perfect sense to explore and drink in some of the history in the Old Town first.

It was moving into the evening when we finally stepped out. The sun was beginning to set, and the result; an intoxicating mellow, yellow glow that delightfully washed over everything as far as the eye could see.

We held hands and strolled through the cobbled streets taking in the beauty that was right before us.

It wasn’t long before we stopped at a quaint little coffee shop. It was like something you would see in one of those Harry met Sally kind of movies. You know, little rattan tables with glass tops complete with petite stainless-steel crockery and fabric napkins. The chairs almost miss matched with dated but fashionable cushions, all of which were different on every seat, but it was cute.

I ordered a latte—he had an espresso. We sat for fifteen minutes or so and then got up and continued on.

We walked through gloriously paved streets lined with beige brick high-rise buildings that were somewhat reminiscent of those found on Regent Street in London.

We crossed many a darling bridge too. There was so many of these small bridges dotted around. They were so little they literally crossed streams rather than rivers. It was so picturesque. So romantic…

Maybe there was something in the air. Perhaps the beauty, and holiday romance that surrounded us had provoked something inside me because I wanted him.

Every time we paused to absorb the surroundings; I would just look at him. And every time I did, I felt this kind of excitement in the pit of my tummy. It was like the feeling you get when love is brand-new and everything is up.

There was something about this island that appeared to awaken my desire for him all over again.

As we stopped on another of the many bridges, my urges got the better of me. I pulled him in close, pressed my lips up against his, then firmly but gently eased my tongue in between his lips. With a similar kind of urgency, his tongue met mine. We locked lips right there, publicly and we just didn’t care. We were lost in that moment. Savouring each other. Immersed.

After what felt like an eternity, we pulled apart and looked at each other. We then continued to walk on. It was slowly getting darker as we strolled around the area. The little lights that occupied what appeared to be the millions of mini windows within the buildings around us, were illuminated. If you narrowed your eyes, you could be forgiven for believing you were actually looking up at the sky. The lights look like stars. It was positively gorgeous.