the pool, right?”
“Yeah,” Nadia replies. “You can leave everything in here.”
I leave everything but my sunglasses and iPod, and we exit to the pool area.
“There they are,” Nadia says as she leads the way toward some lounge chairs.
We come up to a couple sitting side by side under a large sun umbrella.
“Mom! Dad!” Nadia waves.
Her parents stand and greet her with exuberant hugs and kisses on the cheek.
Her Dad steps toward me and extends his hand. “You must be the wonderful Olivia that I have heard so much about.”
I place my hand in his, and he kisses the top of it.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Rubio.” My cheeks flush as the embarrassment of meeting Nadia’s parents in my tiny red string bikini sets in.
“Oh, please call me Alfonso.”
“Alfonso.” I smile politely.
“Olivia, this is my mom, Yolanda.” Nadia introduces her mom, who looks like she could be Nadia’s slightly older sister.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Rubio.”
“Oh, sweetie, Yolanda, please. Call me Yolanda.”
I nod.
“So, dear, how are you enjoying Seville so far?”
“It is wonderful. I love it here, and Nadia has been great. I am so lucky to be able to stay with her and Carlos.”
“She sure was excited for you to come. She’s always wanted a sister. How is Carlos treating you? Is he behaving himself?”
“Oh, yes, he is fine. He’s great.”
“And the rest of my boys?”
For a moment, I stare at her in confusion before realizing what she is asking. “Oh, yes, they have all been wonderful. Very sweet.”
“Okay, well, please tell me if any of them gets out of line. They know better,” she says with a stern smile.
Mr. Rubio cuts in, “Well, Olivia, it was lovely to meet you. I am off to play some golf, but I hope to see you again. Good luck with your classes.” He then kisses Nadia and Yolanda each on the cheek before heading in the direction of the greens.
The three of us get comfortable on some lounge chairs by the pool. The heat of the sun feels wonderful against my skin. Nadia and her mom chat idly, catching each other up on all the latest gossip. I listen for a while before I put in my earbuds and lay my chair back. I close my eyes beneath my sunglasses and let my body relax while the warm rays comfort my body and the music clears my brain.
I awake with a start, and the momentary fog of my slumber lifts when I feel a familiar pull in my gut. My chest involuntarily begins to throb with anticipation. I cautiously open my eyes, and I am shocked to find Andres standing next to my lounge chair, shadowing the sun from my view.
“Olivia,” he says my name in a clipped greeting.
“Andres,” I force out, my voice shaky.
I have to concentrate on breathing steadily. The sight of Andres before me in nothing but a pair of board shorts is almost paralyzing. His chest is hard and beautifully defined. Under my glasses, my eyes roam from his chest to his abs to the delicious inverted triangle that ends beneath his shorts.
I look to my side, and I see the two chairs beside me are empty.
“They went inside with the guys to grab some food,” he says shortly.
“Oh.”
“Come talk to me, Liv.”
Andres extends his hand, and I look at it, confused. Everything in me wants to grab it, but my mind tells me not to. I can’t transform to putty the second he shows up, looking all hot and half-naked.
“Please,” he pleads, his voice softer now.
I reluctantly grab his hand, and he pulls me up. He leads me around the pool to the side of the building where soft manicured grass is under my feet.
When the pool is out of view, he stops and faces me. Grabbing each one of my arms, he gently squeezes and stares into my eyes with intensity. “What happened last night? Why did you leave? Why haven’t you answered any of my texts?”
“Just let it go, Andres.” You broke my heart, asshole, and I didn’t turn on my phone because I didn’t want to deal with it .
“Liv, seriously, please talk to
“Yeah,” Nadia replies. “You can leave everything in here.”
I leave everything but my sunglasses and iPod, and we exit to the pool area.
“There they are,” Nadia says as she leads the way toward some lounge chairs.
We come up to a couple sitting side by side under a large sun umbrella.
“Mom! Dad!” Nadia waves.
Her parents stand and greet her with exuberant hugs and kisses on the cheek.
Her Dad steps toward me and extends his hand. “You must be the wonderful Olivia that I have heard so much about.”
I place my hand in his, and he kisses the top of it.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Rubio.” My cheeks flush as the embarrassment of meeting Nadia’s parents in my tiny red string bikini sets in.
“Oh, please call me Alfonso.”
“Alfonso.” I smile politely.
“Olivia, this is my mom, Yolanda.” Nadia introduces her mom, who looks like she could be Nadia’s slightly older sister.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Rubio.”
“Oh, sweetie, Yolanda, please. Call me Yolanda.”
I nod.
“So, dear, how are you enjoying Seville so far?”
“It is wonderful. I love it here, and Nadia has been great. I am so lucky to be able to stay with her and Carlos.”
“She sure was excited for you to come. She’s always wanted a sister. How is Carlos treating you? Is he behaving himself?”
“Oh, yes, he is fine. He’s great.”
“And the rest of my boys?”
For a moment, I stare at her in confusion before realizing what she is asking. “Oh, yes, they have all been wonderful. Very sweet.”
“Okay, well, please tell me if any of them gets out of line. They know better,” she says with a stern smile.
Mr. Rubio cuts in, “Well, Olivia, it was lovely to meet you. I am off to play some golf, but I hope to see you again. Good luck with your classes.” He then kisses Nadia and Yolanda each on the cheek before heading in the direction of the greens.
The three of us get comfortable on some lounge chairs by the pool. The heat of the sun feels wonderful against my skin. Nadia and her mom chat idly, catching each other up on all the latest gossip. I listen for a while before I put in my earbuds and lay my chair back. I close my eyes beneath my sunglasses and let my body relax while the warm rays comfort my body and the music clears my brain.
I awake with a start, and the momentary fog of my slumber lifts when I feel a familiar pull in my gut. My chest involuntarily begins to throb with anticipation. I cautiously open my eyes, and I am shocked to find Andres standing next to my lounge chair, shadowing the sun from my view.
“Olivia,” he says my name in a clipped greeting.
“Andres,” I force out, my voice shaky.
I have to concentrate on breathing steadily. The sight of Andres before me in nothing but a pair of board shorts is almost paralyzing. His chest is hard and beautifully defined. Under my glasses, my eyes roam from his chest to his abs to the delicious inverted triangle that ends beneath his shorts.
I look to my side, and I see the two chairs beside me are empty.
“They went inside with the guys to grab some food,” he says shortly.
“Oh.”
“Come talk to me, Liv.”
Andres extends his hand, and I look at it, confused. Everything in me wants to grab it, but my mind tells me not to. I can’t transform to putty the second he shows up, looking all hot and half-naked.
“Please,” he pleads, his voice softer now.
I reluctantly grab his hand, and he pulls me up. He leads me around the pool to the side of the building where soft manicured grass is under my feet.
When the pool is out of view, he stops and faces me. Grabbing each one of my arms, he gently squeezes and stares into my eyes with intensity. “What happened last night? Why did you leave? Why haven’t you answered any of my texts?”
“Just let it go, Andres.” You broke my heart, asshole, and I didn’t turn on my phone because I didn’t want to deal with it .
“Liv, seriously, please talk to
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