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Too bad that defensive strategy didn’t work in my reallife.
Trent nudged me and smiled. Was he thinking the same thing? That the fantasy world I lived in was under attack? Byhim?
No. I looked in the direction of his gaze. A young couple made out on a park bench. She straddled him, fully-dressed, while he kissed her like no one was watching. Since so many young people lived with their parents in Spain due to the economy, this was the only way many couples could get some privacy—out inpublic.
Still, it was hot as hell seeing them. I warmed between my legs and daydreamed about pushing Trent down on a park bench and straddlinghim.
Kissing the hell out ofhim.
The class had moved on, but I was staring, transfixed, at the couple. The guide cleared herthroat.
Oops.
I wiped perspiration from my brow. Jeez, I was getting workedup.
Four years was way too long to wait for another kiss fromTrent.
Following the guide, I stayed in the back, hearing the tour of the interconnected buildings of the Alhambra, but not listening. My thoughts were only ofhim.
Dammit, he always distractedme.
When we finished, I said, “Everyone who came will get extra credit for attending thetour.”
The students exchanged pleasedglances.
“As an option, if anyone wants to keep going with me, I’m going to walk up to the Generalife gardens and tour the famous fountains. You are excused for the day,though.”
“Ciao, profesora,” said Gustavo. I found it funny that Spaniards used Italian slang. “Thanks for thetour.”
The class dispersed, but Trent stayedbehind.
“Do you want to keep going?” I asked. And I meant more than just walking up the hill. I meant going with whatever this was we were pursuing. I had no idea if he knew that, but I loved hisanswer.
“Absolutely.”
We hiked up the hill, passing all sorts of clandestine spots. Little garden benches. Fountains. Vistas ofGranada.
Why had I pushed him away before? I was done with that. I wantedhim.
“I wonder what people have been doing here all these centuries?” he asked, when we stopped to behold the grand view across the way to theAlbaicín.
His perfect lower lip pouted in the sunlight. Slight stubble roughed up his chin. His golden hair fell into his eyes. And his broad chest was right there, right in front ofme.
And then he smiled. Was that aninvitation?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I answered hisquestion.
“Probably something like this.” And I reached up, pulled down his head, and kissedhim.
Fuck.
I. Kissed.Him.
I couldn’t help it. I knew he wanted to wait, to make sure I wanted more than his body, but with him right here? I neededhim.
How had his kiss changed in fouryears?
As soon as I did it, I got scared that I shouldn’t. But I needn’t have worried. Because while I started it with a gentle touch, he immediately took over, his arms clasping me tight. His tongue swiped inside my mouth, and I tasted fruit punch Mentos. His hands slid down to grip my ass, and he set me up on a low wall, just like all those years ago in the pizzaparlor.
Then my hands were in his hair, tugging it, pulling me to him like I was devouring him from the inside. I ravaged his mouth, giving him everything Icould.
I pulled back. “I’m sorry, Trent. I know you said you wanted towait.”
“Don’t be sorry for kissing me. I’d always be kissing you if Icould.”
