Nicolás took me to the beach today, even though as a tourist I wasn't supposed to. He claimed he wanted to spend his only day off with a beautiful American. I had rolled my eyes at his blatancy.
"Mi alma, you tan darker then I do. Is this mágico?" I belly laughed at his comment and bit into a mango that he had sliced for us.
"No, it's called being Greek." I flipped my curly black hair over. His eyes widened and he poked my skin.
"But you are white, no? I've never met a greek." He gushed, then kissed my neck were he had poked me.
"Well, if it's any consolation you are the first Nico I met that isn't greek." I laughed.
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Cuba Stole My Heart
RomanceNikola is a free spirited individual who has never been anchored to anyone or anything in her life; her parents taught to enjoy life to fullest extent and she decided she was going to solo travel around the world for her college graduation trip. Dee...
