And he could see her nipples through her sand glittered bikini top. He grabbed his cognac off the top shelf.
"Good swim?" He asked with a tinge of jealousy. Even twenty years younger he'd still feel the stares of people watching this odd couple.
Love could not be explained with math. And she'd never been a talented physics student, better at physical.
"Yes. You should have joined me. Want to take a shower with me?"
"No. Already got cleaned up for dinner."
"Suit yourself," she said undressing before him.
Alcohol filled lust. Desire. It explained everything. They'd left all they'd known. Ciao bella. Destroyed home, with a multi million Bitcoin heist. For this life of pleasure, they had to remain in hiding for the rest of their lives.
You gave the story a glamourous and unexpected twist.. I've been thrown from that humble venetian home directly 100 meters further down the road to the close Molino Stucky hotel (check it on Google maps if you have time 😉). With a bitcoin heist I see a novel about vengeful hackers trying to track them..