A Love Lost

Gabriel

The phone call with Ana left me hard and impatient. It was seven. I was to call her in two or three hours. I wasn't listening to the fine details. When I called her, I was suffering. The entire day I couldn't get the image of Ana, dressed in skimpy and provocative outfits, on a boat with Sebastian. I could picture his smug face smiling. I knew I was a possessive guy. Sebastian always wanted what I wanted. It killed him to see how every girl in the Costa Del Sol fell at my feet. I knew that the possibility of Ana being his was making his ego grow. I hoped that what Ana said the day before was true, that the fact he wasn't me meant she would never feel what she felt for me.

I had made it all day until Nicholas and Tomas were talking by the pool. They were betting whether or not Ana and Sebastian had gone skinny dipping or had sex yet. I wanted no part in it and I knew that Ana would never, but they got the image in my head. I was mad. I needed to hear it from her. I couldn't trust myself to be right.

"Hello." her soft, angelic voice answered.

I asked her how her day was. I cared. I wanted her to be happy. She told me about how it was obvious he was hiding questions he wanted to ask her. I knew she hated that. She liked people to be direct. To a point. Then, she pointed out to me that she couldn't last the trip with him. She had her answer to the question she set out to figure out. Could a relationship with that bonehead work?

"And....?" I wanted to know more than anything. She was messing with me. It was torture.

"Come to Cartagena in two days and you'll get your answer." It wasn't an invitation. It was an order. An SOS.

"I swear I can hear your smirk through the phone. You are killing me, little sister." I knew she hated it when I called her that.

"Stop calling me that! I am not your sister," she whined.

"Really? What are you then?" I wanted to hear it. I needed to hear it escape her lips. It was the part of me being possessive. "Say it."

"I'm yours." she said. It was her vow. She was mine. All mine. Just as I was all hers. She had bewitched me body and soul. It reminded me of a quote from Wuthering Heights. "He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished, and he remained, I should continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger." Instead of 'he' it was she. It was Ana.

"You are mine. Never forget that." I purposely made my voice dark, non-threatening to remind her of how I whispered to her the other night. Ana's mother yelled that the dinner was ready. I rolled my eyes.

"Before I go, just humor me one question." I continued. I needed to know if my mind was right if she was truly all mine.

"Anything." I could tell she meant it. She gave me every answer to every question I asked her. Even the more uncomfortable ones.

"Has he touched you? The way that I touch you?" I laid into my possesiveness. It may have been a bit too much, but the need to know if he had laid a hand on her skin or done anything I had done.

"No. Even if he wanted to, he's not you." Her words made me grow hard. She truly was mine. All mine. I had to end this before it went too borderline fifty shades for my family's ears.

"I have to go. Or else you and I will be having phone sex and I don't think your mother or Antonio would like it if I was late to dinner."

"Call me later." she gently ordered.

"Anastasia! Are you asking me for phone sex?" The fake shock and one hundred percent desire and intrigue of my voice rang loud and clear.

"Yes. Gabriel. I am asking you to call me and tell me all the things you would do to me if it were just us on the boat." she whispered lightly and hung up, leaving me uncomfortably erect and on a cliffhanger.

I didn't have time before dinner to rectify the situation. I walked downstairs. My brother was coming in from the pool and saw me.

I put up a hand. "Don't even think about it." I threatened. We all made our way to the table.

The conversations were okay. Antonio and Mary asked rhetorical questions about Ana's trip. They were pleasant. What wasn't pleasant was the still uncomfortable erection I had. The hours until I could call Ana could not pass by fast enough.