Page 116 of Damián

“You’re smuggling people, and pushing them overboard… to save them?” I ask, completely stunned.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

I smile.

Wow…

Just when I thought this man couldn’t be any more surprising.

“And the man outside? I saw a picture of him kissing your neck in Santorini.”

“He didn’t kiss anything. He was talking to me, and the angle of the picture just made it look that way,” he explains. “His name is Kaleo, and he is one of the six people in this operation.”

“So, I got jealous over nothing?” I ask.

“I wouldn’t call this over nothing,” Oliver says, and kisses me. “This felt really, really good.”

“Top ten?” I tease.

“Top… five. Though if I knew you would react this way, I would’ve made you jealous a long time ago.”

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t even know I could get jealous,” I say, and we both burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about what I do with Zara and Kaleo. I didn’t know how or when.”

“Don’t be, nene. You’ve been keeping everything to yourself for years. It’s normal to rely on what you know.”

Oliver looks at me; his expression looks serious again. “Are we okay now? Is this… okay?”

“Yes. We are more than okay.” I kiss him, then grip his waist and lift him to his feet as I stand up with him. “We need to clean this up before it dries… and I believe you have some human smuggling to do?”

“Ethical smuggling, if you please,” Oliver corrects me with a smile.

“Ethical smuggling it is.”

We fix our clothes, and I open the door, leading him back out to where Zara and Kaleo are waiting.

Back in the VIP area, Zara takes one look at our puffy lips and messy hair and bites her lip, actively fighting a smirk.

“Hello, Damián! What brings you here?”

“Did you really have to take the picture from that damn angle?” I ask, walking closer to her.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she says with a smile that lets me know she knew exactly what she was doing.

I hug her. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

I take a step back, and she glares at me. “Though you took ten minutes longer than I thought you would.”

“Yeah? Blame a Viking clone.” I walk over to Kaleo and offer my hand. “I’m Damián, Oliver’s boyfriend.”

“Kaleo,” the man replies, shaking my hand. “A friend of these two.”

“Thank you for what you do,” I tell him, and he gives a single nod, understanding exactly what I’m referring to. “Please take care of Ollie.”

“Likewise.”