And he couldn’t believe she had allowed him to touch her just hours before.
Her gaze briefly met his, and her smirk widened. He was used to shy women, to hesitation. Alejandra was not that. She was pure fire, confident and unapologetic, and he wanted—desperately—to be burned by her.
He knew heshouldconsider the bride the most gorgeous woman at the wedding—which Sofia was, radiant as she walked down the aisle wrapped in white—but Callum couldn’t stop looking at Alejandra.
Throughout the entire ceremony, they shared glances, smirks, looks. He had to think of very horrible things to avoid a boner in the middle of a wedding. All because he had—somehow—caught the attention of his celebrity crush. Hedidn’t even know how that had happened, but it had, and he wasn’t about to complain.
During the vows, Sofia made even Ilias cry. Alejandra kept smiling, but her eyes were humid, and he could see it even from that distance.
She was cute. Sweet. Fire and water, two elements in one.
And Callum couldn’t wait to get to know her a bit more. Even if it ended up being just a sexual one-night stand, he would take it, if it meant being part of Alejandra López Romero’s life, even for just a day.
9
ALEJANDRA
Se Iluminaba - Fred de Palma, Ana Mena
The ceremony waseverything Alejandra had ever dreamed for Sofia since they were just little girls playing weddings on the sand with seaweed veils and mismatched flip-flops.
Sofia looked radiant in her white dress, the kind of ethereal beauty you only see in movies or fairy tales, her eyes betraying her emotions. Ilias, on the other hand, beamed before she even reached him as she walked down the makeshift beach aisle with her mother and sister.
As soon as the opening notes ofCreuza de mästarted playing—Sofia’s late father's favorite song—Alejandra almost lost it. That damn song. Antonio used to sing it all the time when they were kids. It was in her playlist, too. And now, it broke her open like a wave slamming the shore.
Wrapped in her dress, black hair whipping around her face thanks to the ever-present Tarifa wind, she didn’t even try tofight the tears during Sofia’s vows. And when Ilias spoke, the whole ceremony became a puddle of emotion.
Then Sofia turned to her and said, “Ale, I think you deserve a special thank you, because you were the one who pushed us toward each other. And we’ll be forever grateful.”
She choked down a fresh wave of tears and smiled, thankful and messy and glowing all at once.
After the ceremony, she stayed behind for photos. Between her, Gabriella, Elvira, and Amira, they made sure everything moved smoothly. But the second she finally got to her table; she noticed two things: The Nerd Trio was sitting with her, but more specifically, Callum was seated to her right. That was definitely Sofia’s doing. Alejandra wondered if she had planned before or after she had expressed her interest towards Callum.
“Hello,” she chirped to Callum, who looked undeniably fuckable in a fitted suit that did dangerous things to her imagination. Images of him fingering her last night in the darkness returned to her mind. His blue eyes—her favorite goddamn color—met hers. No, devoured her. They scanned her entire body, slow and hot, before snapping back to her eyes like he’d just remembered eye contact was polite.
“Hello, Alejandra.”
Gosh. His voice. Low. Sexy. She didn’t know exactly where he was from, but wherever it was, his accent went straight to her clit.
“Enjoyed the ceremony?” she asked, taking her seat beside him, still feeling her heart rate in the triple digits.
Carlos was too wrapped up in his own failed triangle with Amira and Asma to notice the literal sexual tension tsunami crashing next to him. Thank God.
“A lot,” Callum said, sipping his wine. “You were stunning, by the way. Especially while trying not to cry.”
She laughed, cheeks warm. “Was it that obvious?”
“That you’re gorgeous or that you were trying not to cry?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow.
Okay, no, this man was dangerous. Carlos needed lessons from this guy. He was smooth as sin and extremely tempting. Or maybe she was just really desperate for more than just his fingers inside her.
“Both, maybe,” she teased, swirling the wine in her glass.
He chuckled, and it vibrated right through her. If her ovaries could talk, they’d be screaming. If her thighs had a mind of their own, they’d be pleading.
“Goal for the day?” he asked casually.
“Figure out where your accent is from,” she replied, watching him intently.
