“You look hot.” Her accent was ridiculous and I chuckled. It was form fitting, you could see every lump under it but not through it. I pulled off the bra I’d previously had on and placed my heels back on, the tassles that hung from the dress tickled my thighs and she smirked.
“It’s very Spanish Senorita vibes.” She addressed the tassels instantly and I felt Nance pull my hair a little.
“You should wear a low like middle part sleek bun.” Soph bit into a carrot stick and gave Nance a finger signal. I sighed and shook my head in an effort to disagree with them.
“I like it down.” They both shook their heads in unison and I was outnumbered again. I frowned and let Nancy loose. She did just as she said she would. My hair was parted perfectly down the middle, it was tucked behind my ears and my bun was low, touching the back of my neck. This will do. I looked down at the phone on the bed and placed it in my clutch bag.
“If I’m gonna be back late I’ll text.” I looked up at them both nodding. Soph waved her hand dismissively in my direction.
“Babe,” she began, “we are going to be in that karaoke bar from 9 probably until 6am don’t worry about being back late.” I watched them high five each other and laughed with them.
“Rebels…” I smirked as I closed the apartment door behind me. The wind swept, it was warm even at this time on the evening. I placed one foot infront of the other as I made my way to the top of the stairs and spotted him. I paused and took him in. He was definitely darker in complexion and I began to wonder how long he’d actually been here. I frowned at the thought and examined him further. His cream in colour shorts, clung and hung in all the right places and his hawiaiian inspired shirt brought a smile to my face. I felt slightly overdressed.
“You gonna come down or just stand there?” He turned around to face me, his heart shaped lips puckered into a charming sideways smile and I forced a weak smile.
“I’m coming down.” I skipped down a few of the steps before I took my place next to him. He didn’t reach for my hand, I clutched my purse in both my hands as we walked through a narrow path past bars that were full of holiday makers before we hit the beachfront bars. He glanced down at me and I cleared my throat.
“What you got in that bag? You’re holding onto it for dear life.” His tone was teasing and I smirked a little.
“Nothing?” I looked up towards him and released one hand from it, his fingers clasped mine and I flinched a little. Despite our early make out session I wasn’t sure I was ready for his intimacy. The music from the surrounding bars was comforting and people were watching us as we walked by. To them we must look like a young loved up couple who are taking a break from the rushes of city life but they couldn’t be more wrong. There wasn’t an ‘us’. I exhaled louder than I’d planned and watched him come to a stop outside a restaurant. The seating was mainly outside and as the sunlight beamed on his face I found myself staring at him. His face warmed as he spoke to the waiter in Spanish and I gripped his fingers. He smiled down at me as we walked hand in hand through the restaurant, we walked us up a set of stairs and gestured at the seating by the railing of the rooftop bar. It was beautiful. I released my grip from his hand and walked over towards the railings, the sea and sky almost merged into one, there wasn’t really an edge or a clear join and I smiled as the wind took my breath. The roar of the sea could still be heard even though music played in the surrounding bars and restaurants. His hands landed either side of where I was stood and he placed his chin against my shoulder, his stubble scratching Where it touched and I shivered.
“You look stunning in white.” His lips traced my collar bone and I felt my legs becoming more jelly like. I ran my eyes over his hands that were holding the railings either side of me and smiled a little.
“I don’t think you’ve ever told me that?” I grinned as I knew he had, only once before and felt his smile against my shoulder.
“Have I not?” His voice was husky and I shook my head.
“Don’t think so.” I teased as I turned around. “I feel slightly overdressed.” I admitted and watched him give me an almost playful look.
“You aren't at all.” He moved his arms from around me and pulled out a chair for me to take a seat. I smiled at him as I took my seat.
“So?” I cleared my throat and watched as he placed himself down in the seat opposite me, he relaxed back slightly and stared at me. How was he always so calm? How was he like that and I felt as though I was about to burst with anxiety? I shook my head and watched him place his beer to his lips. “Who was she?” I blurted, words spilled from my lips before I’d even realised they’d left.
“I don’t know her name.” He didn’t seem the slightest bit phased and I bit down on my lip in
