Zak extends out his hand to help me off the bed. I accept and grasp tightly as he hauls me up.
"Later," he whispers and kisses the top of my head.
He still has my hand in his and laces his fingers through mine.
In that moment I feel insatiably thirsty.
Needing water to relieve my hangover, but also from the internal flames not being quenched.
We make our way out of the room and find Cindy standing at the breakfast bar watching a man shuffle in the refrigerator.
As soon as they hear us, Cindy snaps her head in our direction immediately scanning me.
"You alright?" She asks me with concern on her face.
I must look bad.
"Tengo un mal crudo," I groan.
Zak chuckles knowing that's not the full truth and rubs my back for comfort.
But it was partially true: I had a pretty awful hangover. Cindy for the most part understood Mexican slang. My Papá spoke only Spanish to her up until his passing. I push those thoughts quickly away.
The man rummaging in the fridge laughs as well, turning around carrying orange juice and a champagne bottle.
"You know what cures hangovers? Más bebidas," he pops the champagne top spewing bubbles on the counter.
"Orgasms," Zak whispers so only he and I would hear.
I roll my eyes.
Diego looked like trouble.
He was a chiseled, darkened bronzed model, similarly to Zak.
"Are you a cop too," I direct my question at Diego as he's pouring champagne in each flute of orange juice.
He snorts, "no fucking way," and he looks up to find Zak sternly looking at him.
"I meant, no it's not a profession I'd find myself enjoying," he clears his throat.
Okay, weird.
Either Zak really likes being a cop or Diego is in a questionable line of work.
I drop the subject before the air becomes too thick with awkwardness.
Diego passes us our drinks and lifts his glass for us to meet his, "to finding these two beautiful women," he toasts.
"I'll drink to that," Zak agrees, smirking down at me.
We all clink glasses and drink, but I could only muster a sip.
Abruptly, pounding came from the front door.
And it was very aggressive.
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