ˋ°•*⁀➷In Mijas, Spain, Carlos Martinez and Viola Lopez were childhood rivals, always at each other's throats-whether it was over grades, sports, or just who could outdo the other. Their competitive fire was unmatched, but after graduation, their pat...
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Her heart still pounding in her chest as Viola came face to face with Carlos Martinez. The smirk that had haunted her thoughts for years was firmly in place, pulling at the corners of his lips as he looked down at her. He was standing so close she could smell the faint scent of his cologne, something woodsy and warm that suited him perfectly. Carlos looked like he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, dressed in black pants that hugged his long legs and a crisp white shirt that gave him that effortlessly stylish, old-money vibe he was so well known for. The shirt stretched across his broad chest, fitting perfectly over his sculpted torso, while the black pants sat low on his hips, emphasizing his tall, lean frame.
His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he had just run his fingers through it, and those deep brown eyes of his held that familiar, intense gaze that made her feel like he could see right through her. There was a lazy confidence about him, a mix of arrogance and charm that made him impossible to ignore. Viola's breath hitched as she took him in, her mind racing as she tried to reconcile the boy she had once known with the man standing before her now.
Carlos's eyes danced with amusement as he caught her staring, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. "Caught you watching my reel and now you're staring at me?" His voice was smooth, dripping with playful arrogance. "What, you just can't get enough, huh?"
Viola's face flushed a deep shade of red, her cheeks burning as she quickly tried to collect herself. "You wish," she snapped back, though the heat in her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. "But I sure can see that you're still as full of yourself as ever."
Carlos chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending a shiver down her spine. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, before it dropped, slowly taking in the sight of her from head to toe. Viola felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her as his eyes traveled over her body, assessing her in a way that made her feel both exposed and strangely exhilarated. She had always been confident in her appearance, but something about the way Carlos looked at her now, with such raw intensity, made her feel like she was standing under a spotlight.
He took in her figure, noting how much she had changed since they were teenagers. The girl he remembered had grown into a stunning woman, her curves filling out in all the right places, her skin glowing with a healthy radiance. The yellow sundress she wore clung to her figure, highlighting the curves of her hips, swells of her breasts and the softness of her waist. Her face, dotted with light freckles, seemed to shimmer in the soft light of the boutique, and her fiery brown eyes still held that same spark of defiance he remembered so well. Her dark hair, loose and flowing, framed her face perfectly, making her look like a goddess, fierce and breathtaking.
"You've changed, fiery Vi," Carlos said, his voice dropping an octave as he said the nickname that he called her throughout their past and something that annoyed Viola and continued to take her in. "In all the best ways."
Viola's heart skipped a beat at the nickname, but she wasn't about to let him see how much he was affecting her. "And you're still the same arrogant ass I remember," she shot back, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive gesture, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.
