*** Lex's POV ***
I didn't call Kinsey back last night although I listened to her voicemail countless times. First, I was afraid I would spill the beans about coming to see her. Second, I want to see her face and feel her body against mine when she utters those words again.
"'Love ya?' What is that?" I mused, chuckling to myself. Did she mean to say it? Did she forget who she was talking to? Was she drinking?
All the possibilities are swirling and now as I am boarding a plane to go see her I start to wonder how she's going to react to all this. I was just about to turn my phone off for take-off when it starts ringing.
"Hello?"
"Where are you? Have you already left?" Dylan asks bruskly.
"Literally about to take off." I smile at the flight attendant who motions to the illuminated light signaling I shouldn't be on my phone. I nod.
"Angelina finally caved and told me what she was keeping from us. Lucas is there, Lex. He's in Tulum, trying to fucking get with my sister. Your girlfriend!" Dylan reveals.
"What?! How does Angelina know that?" I demand details.
"Kinsey called." Why didn't she tell me? As if reading my mind, Dylan responds. "She thinks she has it handled and didn't want to upset you. Apparently he just showed up. The balls on that prick..."
"He just showed up? To do what? Win her over?" I am pissed and Dylan stokes my anger.
"Exactly."
"Sir, we have pushed away from the gate. You need to turn off your cellphone at this time."
"Okay. Okay. Sorry. Dylan, I need to go."
He starts to say something as I hang up. I am dumbfounded. Here I thought I'd just go join her for a nice, relaxing vacation and now we need to deal with this shit? And poor Kinsey! She left to get away from drama. And I know she thinks she has it handled, but she needs to tell me these sorts of things.
What happens if he is slowly breaking down her defenses? Preying on her loneliness. It's so much worse than just some random guy trying to hook up with her. I know him. I know his track record with women. Fuck, this plane can't get there fast enough now.
*** Lucas's POV ***
I wake up the next morning alone in my bed, but I can still smell Fiona's perfume on my sheets. I came here with my heart set on one girl. Now I'm waking up with a whole new outlook.
But can this even last?
She travels for a living. Is there such a thing as a traveling bartender? Ugh, what the hell am I even doing?
I roll over and burrow into the covers, inhaling her scent deeply. God I wish I could keep the memory of last night forever.
The not-so-subtle flirting, the expression on her face when I told her I wasn't going to fuck her in a supply closet, the mounting and mutual need throughout the night. Fuck, I'm getting hard again just thinking about it.
The way we fought for control over the circumstances just for both of us to end up at the other's mercy as we explored, satisfied, and started again. She was insatiable but insisted on leaving in the early morning hours so she could get sleep before today's events. I asked to see her again tonight, unwilling to give up any time with her. She gave me that sexy smile and her eyes twinkled. I had the answer I needed.
I grab my phone and text Cara.
Text from me: You make it back in, okay?
Text from Cara: Just getting back to my room now. I'm blowing off the wedding, but that dopey best man wants me at the reception.
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Romantizm*** COMPLETED STORY *** With a rough past that sent her life down an undesired path, Kinsey has made it work. She's in a job she mostly likes and excels in. She's a bit aimless in love, but who doesn't go through a time like that in their lifetime? ...
