"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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Valentina would be the death of me.
I knew it when I saw her saying her vows to my brother.
I gave up drinking after the awkward encounter we had, and now she's fulfilling the crave I have. I don't need to touch her to feel happiness.
I was driving from the airport to the hotel, which I booked for us and only us.
The entire hotel for us only.
I wanted her to experience this all with privacy—no cameras, no annoying people wanting us dead, and lastly, no blackmail.
We arrived at Mexico's Cancun on the Caribbean coast.
"This trip is going to be great. Do you think I'll meet a sexy guy here?" I roll my eyes as I glare at the road.
I learned a significant thing from this trip—Valentina has travel sickness. However, she slept throughout the entire plane ride, so she didn't throw up.
"My head hurts like the world is exploding. Please open the windows," she mumbles as she leans her head on her knees.
I do so rapidly.
Eventually, we get to the hotel and she runs out.
"How did you do this holiday so quickly? It was like yesterday we were talking about it!"She asks as the hot wind blows on our faces.
It was in fact yesterday when we spoke about it.
The building was tall and modern with a massive indoor and outdoor pool. I didn't know what she'd prefer.
"I love this," she looks up at me, and my chest tightens.
What is this damn feeling?
A man in a black and white suit arrives.
I planned this out perfectly, in which this man would simply introduce us to the building and leave.
I've never been a perfectionist, honestly, that award goes to my brother, but for her, it has to be perfect.
"Welcome to Cancun. I'll show you everything inside," the man smiles as he calls for his peers to bring in our suitcases.
After the introduction, Val had a shower, and I followed after. Once I come out, I'm shocked with the view of her jumping up and down on the bed.
"Since I'm the strongest man alive, I'll basically break the bed," she declares with pride.
A towel covered my waist as I leaned against the door, "is that so? Mmm, I know a few ways we can—"
She throws all the pillows at me.
"So what's the plan for this holiday? Are we going to scuba dive or do something cool that will hundred percent kill us?" She queries as she snuggles into the blanket.
