Her laugh was like the beautiful pearl sound of a flute; it danced in the air and cascaded back to them.
Marcello smiled back at her, his own laugh quickly softening even as it rang out as if it too was trying to savor her laugh.
Anaise smiled at him as she calmed down; his playful teasing, flirtatious remark and all, had left her more than amused.
He still found it incredible to be dating this amazing woman; he'd met her on a trip to Australia that he'd taken with his brothers before he proceeded to get lost and met an incredible woman just a little further out than Sydney that liked to wear her beautiful brown hair in a ponytail.
Marcello had stopped in his tracks when he'd first seen her: blown away by her beauty that was apparent despite the shorts and top that she wore. She didn't need jewelry or makeup to make him fumble unlike any other girl before in his life. Anaise had just needed herself.
He'd still asked for directions though almost didn't respond to her for a full two heartbeats that pounded in his ear after she'd given him the directions; she had the most alluring Australian accent, so alluring in fact that no one else had even compared to her.
Marcello ended up having her personally lead him back to the city, and her directions were unbelievably spot on: probably because she'd been there millions of times.
The fact that he'd ran into her several more times on this trip and that she always saved him from the impending doom of staying lost forever in a foreign country, only made his prospects of asking for her number and friendship all the more possible.
He finally did before he'd went back to Italy, and she'd promised to visit him months later whenever she could get a break from her job and head over.
Marcello had been her chaperone then, her tour guide, making sure that she wouldn't get lost in Italy though he'd fallen in love with her somewhere along the way; that was two years ago, and they'd been dating since six months after they'd first met in Australia.
He smiled at her rather charmed by how naturally she fit in on this Italian beach despite her native language being English, despite the fact that she still slipped up from time to time with Italian after he'd begun to teach her before her first trip to his home country, and despite her accent.
She looked gorgeous in her pink bikini that perfectly fit her frame and somehow made her look so angelically gorgeous on this light colored beach though she'd always looked beautiful to Marcello no matter what she wore or where she was.
He held out a hand to her and pulled his artist girlfriend closer and kissed her with all of his heart on his tongue; Anaise clung back, and they were lost in each other.
Marcello couldn't help his joy even as she kissed him back or even when they pulled away to lock eyes as they caught their breaths.
Anaise looked so radiant when she smiled, looked so positively happy, and Marcello loved the look of her little, dazzling smile and loved the way her eyes sparkled just so.