Catalina and Diego never got over each other after high school, but years later they meet by chance, and multi-millionaire Diego sweeps her off of her feet.
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Diego and Catali...
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Normally I'm an introvert. I can handle living with Sawyer and Liam because technically, they don't share space inside my house. I'm an only child and prefer online interaction to the real thing.
Except when it comes to Cata.
It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm watching her pull on a black tank top dress. Swipe shiny lip stuff on her mouth while looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She's now looking at her shoes. It's a fascinating ritual to me, and I'm interested in it all. The other two women I've been with, I wasn't with them long enough to watch them primp and get ready. I only had sex with them. They were nice enough women, but after we'd slept together, I felt awkward. Not fascinated, like I am with Cata.
Not comfortable, like am with Cata.
Cata's brows furrow when she tries on one pair of shoes, and then another. A smile breaks out on my face while watching her. When I'm around her, it's like she's this more evolved and slightly mysterious being from another planet.
"Which do you like? These?" she shows me a black, strappy sandal with a flat heel.
"Or these?" She slips on a higher-heeled shoe.
What am I supposed to say? I'm a guy who owns two suits and a drawer full of track pants and T-shirts. "Umm, those?" I say, pointing at the low sandal, then at the other pair. "Or those? They're sexy. I guess. I'm not sure."
I pause and shift the pillow behind me. Shoes are a mystery, and I'd prefer to think about something more concrete, like food. "What do you think about going to Tampa next weekend? I heard there's a new place to get wings."
Cata cocks her head. "Wings?"
"Yeah. Chicken wings." I grin.
"Next weekend?"
"Yeah, next weekend."
A little smile crosses her face.
"What?" I ask.
"You're planning into the future."
"Why wouldn't I?" God, women are baffling. Of course I am.
Shrugging, she runs a brush through her long hair. "I guess a part of me wondered if this was a weekend fling for you. I don't get the impression you've made future plans with any of those women on Tinder."
"I've never wanted to make future plans with anyone but you. Don't be so self-conscious."
She laughs. Her hips sway as she walks into the bathroom.
She's right. I never bothered with asking those girls I met on the dating app if they wanted a future. Because I didn't feel compatible. Or maybe I was waiting for Cata.
She walks back out and sits on the edge of the bed. I stare at her, smiling goofily. I could stare at her for weeks.
"I do want a future," I say softly, picking up her hand and kissing her palm.
