It's okay, you just don't know no better,
you're better off being alone ...
Hope you find comfort in all of the lies that you told..
You'll never get it, I get it, I'm here on my own..
I'll be on my own ...
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📍Turks and Caicos🇹🇨
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Santana woke up with her head pounding, the aftermath of too much Don Julio from the night before.
She groaned, pulling the covers over her face, trying to hide from the sunlight creeping through the window.
Rashad was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling a blunt with a smirk on his face.
"Shawty, yo ass was trippin last night," he said, lighting up, the smoke slowly filling the room. "Feelin on my dick and some mo shit."
Santana peeked out from under the blanket, frowning. "Hmm, must not be much to feel on, being that I don't remember it."
Rashad straightened up, putting the blunt down as he leaned over her. His hand slid softly around her neck, and he whispered against her lips, "Imma make you remember tonight. Don't worry about it."
He kissed her slow, just enough to make her breath hitch, but then he pulled away, leaving her wanting more.
Santana blinked, caught off guard by the sudden heat between them, but before she could say anything, he stood up and stretched.
"Get ready, we got a full day ahead of us." He said as he smacked her butt.
Santana shook off the feeling and headed to the bathroom.
After washing up, she slipped into a new swimsuit she'd gotten from Jaden Londen, a sleek, vibrant vintage set that showed off her curves.
She let her half up, half down hairstyle flow, her 30-inch deep wave bundles flow down her back. She added her Tiffany & Co. jewelry to top off the look.
Rashad was already dressed in a pair of Diesel swim trunks he'd picked up at the mall in the airport. He glanced over at her, his eyes lingering a little longer than usual, appreciating how good she looked without saying a word. He just grinned.
They headed out to start their day, first going on the jet skis. The sun was stinging against their skin, and the ocean was a perfect blue.
Santana hopped on her jet ski, her hair whipping in the wind as she tore through the waves.
Rashad followed behind, keeping up, but he couldn't help but watch her, the way she laughed, her fearless attitude. He was starting to see there was more to her than the tough front she always had up.
"Yo, you really got no fear, huh?" Rashad shouted over the loud clash of the water.
Santana turned her head, grinning. "Ain't no point in being scared. Life's too short, might as well have fun with it!"
After the jet skis, they went on their ATV trail ,tearing through dirt trails and racing each other through the sand.
Santana loved the adrenaline, but every now and then, she'd glance at Rashad and catch him looking at her with a different kind of smile, like he was seeing her in a new light.
