I walked slowly over to him and he looked up over his book. He smirked, “yes?” I sat on his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around him. He let out a sigh of relief as I pressed my forehead against his neck. The warm of him brought comfort to me instantly. “Just hold me, please.” My plea was enough. I kept my breathing steady as much as I wanted to cry. We just sat on the floor curled up in each other. There was nothing sexual about it. I just needed a person and he knew that. He was my person and I needed him and he needed me. We would be that for each other. I layed my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I haven’t felt this safe in a long time.

Delilah is traveling in Spain with her class when suddenly, she gets kidnapped by the gorgeous Alejandro, or Alex for short, who is half British and Spaniard. Why is Delilah kidnapped? Can she save herself despite her deep attraction for him?