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Another weight lifted off me as Jaques and Maya argued about feeding me too much and how I needed to try the new wine first as my mom watched us. Her friendship with them was very much like my own with Matteo and Levi. They were the reason I was best friends with them. I would be lucky if my friendship would last like theirs had.

They spent the rest of the day fussing over me and for the first time in nineteen months I felt like I wasn’t in fight or flight. I felt safe.

10. Violeta

Who said three is a crowd?

Bailar Barcelona was not what I was expecting at first. It was disorienting, the crowds were too much and I regretted it two hours after I had gotten here. I told myself I would see as much as I could the first day because I would not come back for day two and three.

It was too much until I saw Levi dancing with his bestie, Matteo. I almost didn’t walk up to him, but I needed a familiar face and all these men hitting on me was getting annoying. He looked ecstatic to see me, but Matteo looked like he wanted to murder me. For a moment I almost regretted coming up to them, but Matteo was the lesser of two evils.

After that first night when Matteo joined us, I didn’t miss the lingering looks between them with the occasional touches. Matteo and Levi were hot together, I didn’t think I’d ever find a situation to top that. He seemed to lighten up a little, and just barely, for him to be tolerable. He was still grumpy, but his scathing looks had stopped and now he just looked at me like I was a nuisance. I guess it was better; it made sex hot as hell like he was taking his frustrations out on me.

Today was the last day of the festival. Excitement buzzed through me as we went to the first act, but a little part of me was sad to leave Levi…maybe Matteo too. He was so easy to rile up and I loved when he gave me that scowl of his. Matteo was sexy as hell when he was mad.

Catchy EDM thumped around us as we danced the afternoon away. Levi and I had a touchy feel the entire weekend. Matteo was always watching us like he wanted to join or he liked the show. I wanted more. The next song I moved away from Levi and danced over to Matteo, who narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

I threw my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts against his chest, trying to get him to loosen up more. He was stiff as I swayed my hips side to side, but he didn’t take my bait. I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed with his grumpiness. The thing is, he had nothing to be grumpy about, especially when I told him he should tell Levi how he feels. Someone pressed up against my back and I flinched, feeling panic flooding my system.

“It’s me,” Levi said against my ear.

I relaxed immediately, feeling Matteo’s gaze like he was questioning where that came from as I looked anywhere but at him. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him while he studied me again.

“I’m fine,” I yelled, feeling too exposed.

He continued to look too close for comfort when he was finally satisfied with whatever he had found, he grabbed my hips and began grinding into me. Having Levi and Matteo’s hands all over me was a heady experience. We bumped and ground against each other, each song blending together.

Matteo was getting bolder, running his hands over Levi’s and I wondered what they would look like together, pleasuring each other. My stomach swooped and I wished I could see that in person.

After that set, Levi and Matteo took me to the VIP area using their friend’s wristband for me again. We were here yesterday, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as today. So many singers and actors were gathered here today. It took everything I had in me not to look starstruck. I didn’t want to be that fan.

“Oh my god, it’s Woosung,” I whispered to Levi as we stood by the bar.

Matteo raised his brow at me in that judgmental way of his.

“Oh, screw you. I’m not used to this,” I snapped.

“Wanna meet him?” Levi asked, looking over my shoulder.

“I am not walking up to him.” I shook my head, already feeling embarrassed thinking about it.

“Go embarrass yourself, I need a good laugh,” Matteo said amused.

“Go fuck yourself, Matteo,” I clipped.

“Hey guys!”

“Hey, Woosung,” Matteo said too cheerfully.

Oh god, please let me be imagining this.

“Where is your better third? I don’t think you’ve ever been to one of these without him,” Woosung said, as I turned to him.

I should have ignored him or gone to the bathroom because right now I was making an ass of myself by just staring at him. Woosung was one of the hottest in his Kpop group VI3E—pronounced Vibe— and cameras and video didn’t do him justice. He was almost as tall as Levi and Matteo, with broad shoulders, a slutty waist and features no one could ever forget. He didn’t notice me staring until Matteo pretended to push my mouth closed.

“Sorry, she’s starstruck, we are trying to train her not to be so awkward,” Matteo grinned.

I glared at him, elbowing him in the stomach. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little captivated. I saw you two years ago and I've been a fan for years.”