Guarded By Him

Inclined by her ambitious parents' advice, Clementine Cruz is forced to spend her six weeks off school in Mallorca. She hates the idea of being limited to one expectation for such an extended period of time. Nothing has ever been able to demand her attention enough.

Regardless of the fact, she is expected to wish time away at a prestige beach resort. In a foreign country. As a lifeguard. Problem is, she can't swim.

As if the fact isn't bad enough, she is assigned to be taught lessons from the broody and notoriously rebellious Angel Delgado who only agrees to help her in exchange for one thing.

Her undivided attention.

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Angel takes a step into my space, leaving our chests only mere inches away from each other. "You, Clementine, are loud-" He takes another step forward, forcing me to take one backward. "-nosey-" Another step. "and ignorant." He takes one last step and I feel my back hit the wall.

I almost think that he may begin to start jabbing at my chest like I did to him but then he hooks his finger around my necklace and slightly tugs at it so that my head is no longer resting on the wall.

"You don't listen to instructions-" He tugs me closer. "-you think you're so funny with your smartass-" Another tug. "and you think that you can one-up me in every single situation." He tugs at my necklace again leaving his lips to hover a quarter of a centimetre away from mine.

I close my eyes as he closes the gap. It is not a kiss, merely a brush of lips as he whispers into my mouth, "So I don't fucking like you."