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I guffawed. “I thought the point of a honeymoon was to have no schedule. Ease up, Superman.” I teased, though I was curious.
“Mmm. Superman is a name I can live with.” He added eggs to his plate. “It suits us today. We will take to the sky,” he thundered dramatically.
I shook my head, laughing, then leaned over to kiss his cheek.
He turned his head just in time to kiss my lips. “Then we return, have sex, sleep, have sex.”
“Sounds doable.”
We ate the rest of breakfast and returned to the bedroom.
“Any full bathing suits to change into?” Rocco asked, eyeing me.
I grinned and shrugged. “Nope.”
He smirked. “Hmm, we’ll need to fix that.”
I laughed but had already planned to add a shirt and shorts, not because of him but because I didn’t want to show so much skin.
“I’m going to talk to Zane. Meet me downstairs.”
“Will do.”
I changed into a V-neck shirt, shorts, and flip-flops that I could remove if I needed to swim. After fixing my hair in a quickbraid, I left to join him and Zane downstairs. They were near the patio.
“So we’re flying again?”
He beamed at me. “Yes, but over water. You’ll love it.”
We walked out of the house and down to the path to the pier, where a speedboat waited with a driver behind the wheel. Rocco climbed in and lifted me inside the boat, then gave me a life vest. I put it on, and he placed his arm around my seat as we sped along the sea, passing other villas carved into the island, including a bistro with a seating area on the water. We turned around a bridge, and there it was. There were boats with parachutes further out on the water.
My pulse jumped into my throat.
“We’re tandem parasailing,” Rocco trilled.
I scrunched up my face. “Can’t we just ride around on wave runners?”
“We can if you’d like,” Rocco said in an even tone, but I knew he wanted to do it.
“Have you done it before?”
“I have. A few times, but never as a couple. I’d be beside you, and we can even hold hands. I find it exhilarating. It’s like you become one with the sky. You’ll feel invincible like you can do anything.”
I grinned at him, my heart racing. His enthusiasm infused confidence, and it was also contagious. He had me caught up in wanting to try it even though I was scared. “Okay, Rocco. I’ll try, but—”
“But the first sign of danger or in case you feel too scared to continue, we’ll stop.” He clasped my arms, gazed intently at me, and kissed my cheek.
I touched the cheek.
“That cheek needed a kiss.”
I grinned at him.
An instructor with a name tag named “Rio” came forward and gave us a wave. “I’ll review the safety checks and show you how we operate. Then you’ll be sailing.” He lifted his chin to the gust of wind blowing across the boat. “It’s a great day; you should get great height.”
I touched my knotted stomach. “Not too high, please.”
“Okay,” he said, smiling. He showed us the boat, parachute, and lever he used to help lift us into the air and the tow rope. “We strap you into a harness. Then you take off and land at the back of the boat. You don’t even have to get wet. If there is an issue, you will drift to the water and have a life jacket. We have emergency services nearby to help.”