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She hugged my arm as we walked to her room.

“This was one of my dreams and you made it come true,” she said, softly looking up at me.

I glanced at her lips, wondering what they tasted like. Every time I thought about kissing her at the festival, something held me back.

“You’re welcome, I’m glad we could make your dreams come true,” I said, opening the door to her room.

“Oh my god, this is even more unbelievable,” she said, letting go of me.

I instantly missed her warmth.

“Ok, well get settled in and I’ll see you at dinner,” I said quickly leaving the room.

What the fuck was that? I shouldn’t miss her warmth or want to kiss her. Nothing was going to happen between us and the only reason it had was because of Levi. I would not sleep with my best friend’s Rendezvous hook up. That was weird right?

14. Violeta

Shut up and kiss me.

The restaurant was busy when I arrived. I looked down at my phone to make sure I had read Paola’s text right. She said she was running late from seeing a friend. Matteo would meet me at Amoré and she would come down as soon as possible. From the brochure in my room, it said it was the fanciest restaurant which made me feel very under dressed in a simple black dress.

“Reservation?” The hostess asked in English.

Shit, I had no idea what name it was under.

“I’m Paola and Matteo’s guest, I was told to come down but⁠—”

“Ms. Vega, this way.”

A man dressed in a suit ushered me in, leading me to a secluded table by the kitchen. No one was there yet. I thanked the man and I was left alone.

Me: I’m here.

I texted Paola.

A server brought water to the table and asked me what I wanted to drink. I ordered a glass of champagne, worried that I might end up eating alone. Ten minutes went by with no text from Paola or Matteo showing up. Unease curled in my gut.

“Sorry, I had to help with the front desk.” Matteo walked to the table unbuttoning his maroon jacket.

His pants were the same color and fuck my life he looked good.

“Where is Paola?” He finally noticed I was alone.

“She texted me she was running late, to come down and wait for y’all,” I said, looking away as my cheeks felt warm. “I’ve texted her twice and no answer.”

Matteo looked at me amused. “Y’all?”

“It slips out sometimes. I’m from Texas and I can’t help it,” I scowled.

“It was cute,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

A server dropped off a drink for Matteo without him even ordering.

I raised my eyebrows. “Damn, are the waiters telepathic here or are you so spoiled all you have to do is enter the restaurant and they know your order.”

Matteo narrowed his eyes, still looking amused.