Serendipity

I'm about to say yes. To spending an entire week alone, in a private villa, with a man I just met on an airport layover. Is it crazy? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely. There's just something about Cillian that has me hooked. From the moment he took the bar stool next to mine, I knew. It was kismet. It was karma... It was crazy. And I was all in. That layover was fate. That's the only explanation for the fact we each have a plus one to two different weddings.
Seems like Serendipity. But what happens when the week in paradise ends? Can we each go back to our separate lives on opposite coasts? Or will we say one last crazy yes to forever?