Page 100 of Through My Window
“You know very well that I’ll take anything you offer.” He runs his hand through his hair. “All right, we’ll do it your way, but on one condition.”
“What condition?”
“During this period of ‘friendship,’” he makes quotation marks with his fingers, “you can’t date other guys; you’re still my girl.”
A couple walks past us, laughing, and continue down the street. I wait and then whisper: “Why are you always so possessive?”
“I just want to make it clear that, although we’re starting over as friends, that doesn’t mean you’re going to be able to date other guys. Got it?”
“Friends don’t have those rights.”
“Raquel . . .”
“All right, Mr. Jealous, no dating other people, but that applies to you too.”
“And it’s okay to play dirty.”
My eyebrows almost come together. “What do you mean?”
“Just because I’m your ‘friend,’” he makes quotation marks with his fingers again, “doesn’t mean I can’t try to seduce you.”
He extends his hand. “Do we have a deal?”
I nod and squeeze his hand. “Yes.” He lifts my hand and brings it to his lips, giving it a wet kiss without taking his eyes off mine. I swallow and free my hand. He gives me a crooked smile.
“What do you want to do? Do you want me to take you home or do you want to go back in there?”
I debate the options in my head. I decide to go back in just to test Ares, to see how he’s going to deal with this situation now that he’s realized he didn’t handle it the right way. With a lot more confidence, I go back inside the club with him.
The table is almost empty, with the exception of Natalie and Samy, who are talking. I guess the others have gone dancing. I sit next to Natalie and Ares sits on my other side. She gives me an annoyed look, but I just smile at her.
Volví, perra.
I’m back, bitch, as Dani would say.
“Do you want something to drink?” Ares asks in my ear.
“A margarita,” I reply. A short while later, a margarita glass appears in front of me, and Ares sits back down next to me. Electronic music begins to play, and Natalie gets up, moving to the beat. She walks past me and stops in front of Ares.
“Do you want to dance?” She holds out her hand.
I take a sip of my drink, faking a smile.
“No.” He doesn’t even give her an explanation.
“Oh, don’t be boring. Why not?”
Ares shrugs and takes my hand. “Because the only one I want to dance with is Raquel.”
I didn’t expect that. Natalie goes back to her place. Ares squeezes my hand and forces me to stand up so we can dance. This is going to get interesting.
We push through the crowd until we’re in the middle of the mass of bodies moving to the rhythm. I’m nervous; I can’t deny it. It’s the first time we’ve danced together. Ares stands in front of me, waiting. He looks so perfectly beautiful under the different colored lights. I bite my lower lip and start to move, and he follows my lead, pressing against me.
I put my hands around his neck, moving my hips gently against him. I can feel his breath on my face, his body against mine. Being so close to him is intoxicating, and I realize that I may be underestimating the effect he has on me with us starting out as friends.
Ares rests his hands on my waist, moving with me. The sexual tension between us is palpable, like an electric current coursing through our bodies. He turns me around and hugs me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist.
He rests his chin on my shoulder and places a soft kiss on my neck. His lips feel wet and warm against my skin. I don’t know how much time passes, but I don’t want this moment to end. I want to stay like this with him so that nothing changes, and nothing gets ruined again because I can’t bear it.
