Forbidden longing in Italy

The sun was burning on the narrow streets of Positano, while Elena let her gaze wander over the sparkling water of the Amalfi Coast. It was the perfect summer to leave the worries of everyday life behind. Her heart pounded restlessly as she entered the small, charming trattoria, which was famous for its delicious seafood. Marco sat there, an attractive Italian with deep brown eyes and a smile that surpassed even the brightest rays of the sun. She had met him when she arrived in town and immediately felt an inexplicable connection. As they talked, time seemed to stand still. Her hands touched briefly and an electrifying feeling swept through her. Elena felt the air get thicker around her, and her mind wandered into dangerous realms. Marco suddenly leaned closer to her, his breath was warm and intense. “Come with me,” he whispered, and as he stood up, his gaze fell on the narrow staircase that led to a hidden balcony. Elena hesitated, but the desire for him was overwhelming. She followed him, her heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. Once at the top, the sweet scent of citrus fruits and the sound of the sea surrounded them. Marco turned to face her, his eyes sparkled with desire. “I've wanted to be alone with you for a long time,” he said softly and took a step closer. The tension between them was palpable, and Elena knew they were on the cusp of something exciting. Just as her lips were almost touching, she heard a sound from the darkness behind them...