Page 124 of Damián

Oh wow.

My heart races, and my chest feels incredibly full. I close my eyes and reach up, my fingers brushing against the mark Damián gave me not even two days ago. Goosebumps pebble my skin as I remember exactly how it felt: having him kissing and sucking at my skin so desperately as he came apart.

Oh God… no, no, no.

I shake my head, forcing the memory away before I get too hot and bothered.

The mission was a success, but there is still a party happening outside.

I close the chat, finish getting dressed, and lock everything back inside my duffel bag except for the clothes I was just wearing.

Those, I stuff them into a paper bag along with the ropes they came tied with, and I leave the room.

Outside, Castor is waiting for me. I drop my duffel bag at his feet and shove the paper bag into his chest.

“Burn this.” Then, I hand him the Polaroids I took of the family. “And give these to my father.”

“Yes, sir.”

I head up the stairs to the bow of the boat, where Zara is dancing and taking a bunch of pictures with a group of Instagrammers currently living the ‘yacht life.’

I sit down, take a drink from a passing staff member, and just watch everyone.

I don’t know… call me old, but I miss the days when phones didn’t have cameras. I feel like we actually had more fun back then.

I mean, all of these people are at a luxury yacht party, and instead of actually dancing or having fun, they’re just taking pictures of themselves pretending they’re dancing and having fun.

For Christ’s sake, that woman over there, with the long red hair and golden dress, has taken ten different pictures with the exact same drink, just in different poses.

Like… Why?

“Are you judging the art of selfies again?”

I turn around to see Zara standing next to me.

“It’s not the art that I’m judging… It’s the unnecessary quantity,” I mutter, leaning my head against her shoulder.

“How was your Zoom call?”

“Stressful, but it went well. The testing package has reached the client.”

“Good to know.” She kisses the side of my head. “You did great.”

“We did great.”

“Yeah, well, I am awesome.”

“…Damián texted.”

“He did?” She smiles and points at the hickey I have on my neck. “I mean, by the looks of it, I can tell you guys are happily in lust again?”

“We fixed things,” I say, and glare at her. “Which happened right after he showed up because of a picture you posted… the one you made it look like Kaleo and I were flirting.”

Zara grins. “I’ll take that glare as your way of saying, ‘Wow, thank you so, so much, Zara! You are incredible, and thanks to you, I overcame my stupid stubbornness, and now I will marry the love of my life and spend my days pinned under his body.’”

“Pinned under his body?” I ask, laughing.

“Hun, your man is one thousand percent a top… You will be pinned under his body.”