100. I Want You

As they stepped out of the airport, the warm Italian sun caressed Riley’s skin. River’s hand rested on the small of her back as he guided her towards a sleek black car waiting at the curb.

“Mr. Foster,” the driver greeted with a nod, opening the door for them.

Riley slid into the luxurious leather seat, marveling at the spacious interior. River settled beside her, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

Riley couldn’t help but gaze out the window in awe. Ancient ruins stood proudly amidst modern buildings, a testament to the city’s rich history. The vibrant colors of the buildings, the lively chatter of people in the streets, and the mouthwatering scents wafting from quaint cafes all combined to create an enchanting atmosphere.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, turning to River with a radiant smile.

He met her gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Never been, huh?”

Riley felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She shook her head. “No. I’ve been to other countries in Europe, just not