o reach up and touch his stubbled cheek and run my fingers over the dimple i

r bags a

ce. I hurry up and back away, feeling my

my eyes on the beautiful hint of olive skin I c

k when I step away, but he gives my shoulder a

right. I’m just glad it was me that you

until Adriana yells at me to come and get my luggage. Before I can rush over there, Miguel

driana and I follow him

always sends my body into overdrive, like it belongs to him more than me. I spend the rest of the drive looking out the window with my knees pressed tightly together l

hem wide, the driver stops outside a gorgeous house close to the beach. When I look over at Miguel, his eyes are on me, and his jaw is clench

if sensing my thoughts, he steps out of the car and offers me his hand. I take it, loving how my hand disappears inside his much larger one. The feel of his skin against mine sends heat to every part of my body and makes

g along the front and in hanging baskets. The area itself is busy with lots of townhouses and apartment complexes, but this house still manages to feel private. The salty breeze coming

g in closer. “I want you to be very happy h

hes me, studying my reaction, and looks relieved when I give him a big

ere as long as

ings like that. You’ll have to kick me out in a month

e. “I would never do that, an

making me feel welcome. I still can’t help but get my hopes up a bit. If he feels even

me from inside. “I want to show y

I can do is smile and try not to look too wide-eyed about everything. I can’t help but feel afraid to touch anyth

g the curtains wide so I can see

veral different shades of blue, and I

ou’ll need, and don’t be embarrassed to ask my

’s home

I ask, trying not

tic eyeroll. “He’

lly sucks for his

eep from smiling. “Women tend to get irritated with his busy schedule,

things before helping me bring my bags to my room. As w

ould you rather stay in

be fine here. Plus, I’d be crazy

ke sure everything is ready. My mom should be here any minute.

’m just thrilled to be in Spain. Honestly, I’m beyond e

balcony that overlooks the front door and angle myself so I can discreetly see what’s going on. I’ve only ever seen pictures of Adriana’s mom, and it looks like she’s just as beauti

yself to her mom, and then watch them both walk out the door. My heart is racing when Miguel shuts the door and turns to me. He’s t

eyes makes my le

e says, taking a step toward me wit