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MATEO

I stared at my bed,where I’d fantasized so many times about Mimi. Touching her, cuddling her, fucking her. Was it true, or was I dreaming again? Had I just made Mimi Levy-Walters come twice in the kitchen, and was she now actually in my bedroom? Slowly, I turned.

She stood, dwarfed by the tall doorway, wearing nothing but her skirt. I knew that because her panties were currently shoved into my pocket and might conveniently go missing later.

She crossed her arms across her chest, but they didn’t hide the bounty I’d familiarized myself with earlier. “Mateo?”

“Yes?” I blinked up from the rounded curve of her breast into her troubled brown eyes.

“You’re not…having second thoughts?”

I was a fool for standing here, gloating at my windfall, when I should have been showing her exactly how grateful I was that she was in my home, in my bedroom. I strode to her side and gently untangled her arms. “No, no, mi tesoro. I was…savoring my meal.” I bent and kissed her soft lips.

When I lifted my head, those lips had curled up into a soft smile. “Mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Right through here.” I beckoned toward the en suite and found a new toothbrush and toothpaste in the cabinet. Then I closed the door and returned to the bedroom.

I tugged at the tail of my T-shirt. Should I be naked when she came out? Or clothed? I glanced at the clock. Nine-thirty. I should really let her sleep. Though she hadn’t looked like she’d wanted sleep. Not right away. My dick throbbed against my zipper.

She was so perfect. So responsive. Despite all the humiliating fumbling I’d done around her, I’d finally done something right. Something that pleased her.

Something that pleased us both. I could still taste her. I licked my lips. Perhaps I’d feast on her again before she left. Not perhaps; I would. Something magical was happening tonight. How long would the magic last? Another few minutes? Hours? It was too much to hope for it to continue after I took her home.

I never wanted it to end.

The warm haze of sex cleared from my mind like the morning sun burning away the mist.

I never wanted this new closeness with Mimi to end.

She was in my life. In my home. And I wanted her to be there. Always.

None of my friends from the island would believe it. I’d fucked my way through our town, through the neighboring towns, through the big city. Locals and tourists. As a going-away gift, my friends had given me a giant box of condoms for my bedroom tour of San Francisco. I’d figured the box would last a month.

I hadn’t opened it.

And now, the reason for my self-imposed celibacy wanted me, too. She’d saidplease.

My shirt stuck to the cold sweat on my chest. I dragged it over my head, folded it, and set it on the dresser.

From my first time with Anna Perez in her bedroom under a poster of One Direction—and my second with her cousin Yefri’s dick in my mouth in the high school locker room a week later—I’d always figured more was better. More sex, more partners, more pleasure.

No pining after one person like my father.

I looked up toward heaven. God, fate, whatever higher power felt the need to fuck with my life, had shown me.

I’d found my one person. Just like Papá.

Would she stay?

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, I whirled to face her.

My jaw dropped. Mimi’s bare skin gleamed in the lamplight, her curves lit up in places and shadowed in others. Her curls floated loose over her shoulders. Her eyes had blue shadows underneath that she must have concealed with her makeup, which she’d scrubbed off. Her lashes were still dark, and her lips were a dusky rose.

She was beautiful and naked and mine. At least for the night.

Her arms twitched like she wanted to cover part of herself, but I strode to her and clasped her hands. Raising them to my lips, I murmured, “Mi tesoro.” She was my treasure, my life, my heaven.

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