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So I do, and his beautiful brown eyes collide with mine.
“You’re going to be fine. I’ve got you.” His fingers caress my skin as he makes my nerves dissipate. I breathe out and throw over my other leg slowly. As it makes it over, I realize I’m completely straddling the handle. Not only that, but he can also see my vagina, which is covered by my small bikini bottom. I hope nothing is peeking out.
Please, Lord, tell me I shaved.
“See, you’re perfectly fine. All you needed to do was trust me, and now I need you to put all of that into fully experiencing the scary part.” There’s that smile again, which means he’s going to do something mischievous.
My chest starts swirling with a specific feeling. It’s not fear or excitement; it’s a mix of both.
“What are you guys doing? The sun is going to set any second,” Cleo calls out, and I see Chanel standing next to her. With one hand on her hip and the other securing her hat down as the wind blows.
Xavier turns his head in their direction and yells out, “Your sister and I made a pact. This is her first challenge.” As he says the last words, he turns his head back in my direction, ending it off with a wink toward me.
“What exactly does her first challenge entail, Xavier? I prefer to have my sister alive,” Cleo responds.
Xavier lets out a laugh. “At least she wouldn’t be so overbearing anymore.”
My eyes widen in alarm.
His eyebrows rise up and down as he mouths, “Don’t worry.”
“You may proceed,” Cleo shouts back in response.
“Wow! My own sister has a vendetta against me. I swear, Cleo Clementine Luna, when I get off this jet ski after doing this lif—” Xavier leans back, and I feel the jet ski following his movement. I let out a scream at how abruptly he started to lean back. I’m quickly high off the surface of the water. My legs are dangling downward toward Xavier.
I feel my grip holding on to the handles for dear life, and then I meet his gaze.
I just sit there for a second, feeling the air rushing against my cheeks as the sun sets. All the colors in the sky blend together as they create my favorite color. Pink, purple, blue, and orange are all mixed into one beautiful shade.
Xavier dons a proud expression on his face.
I return the expression with one of joy. Weirdly, I feel so liberated right now. Maybe because I took a risk, or it could just be Xavier.
He makes me feel liberated, and the thought of a person being the embodiment of my freedom scares the ever-living crap out of me.
He leans forward, making the jet ski hit the water. Waves splash us gently.
“I told you that all you have to do is trust me, Blondie.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I get it.” I don’t say those words in an annoyed tone but rather in a thankful one. I have a gigantic smile on my face as I take in Xavier’s features with the backdrop of the sunset behind him.
Chapter20
Violetta
“You promised me.” Xavier points his finger in my direction.
“Going out requires a lot of effort and energy, both of which I do not possess. We worked out this morning, and then you wanted to go for a run on the beach. I would have to call a taxi to take us all the way to the other side of Acapulco.” My face portrays my exhaustion. “Que flojera.” My head hits the back of the couch. After my marathon with Mr. Sunshine this afternoon, I practically fell on the floor. With the uneven platform of the sand and the humid weather, I almost passed out. “It’s not like I’m saying no because I don’t trust you. I’ve gone out to clubs practically my whole life, and I don’t really enjoy it. Plus, I’m exhausted after you made me run about a hundred miles, so think of it as your fault.”
After Xavier and I got back from our little run, Cleo happened to mention that she was in the mood to go to Baby’O tonight. The famed and acclaimed nightclub of Acapulco. If anyone has been to this beautiful part of Mexico, it’s only natural for any Mexican to take them there for a history lesson. But I can’t possibly think of any way I’m able to stand up from this couch and get all dolled up just to go dancing.
I don’t dance. The thought of sweaty bodies around me while embarrassing myself with my limited dancing abilities makes me cringe.
I know how to move my hips, but that’s about it. From my five-year-old dance lessons, I know how to count beats in a song. That only adds up for a few side steps and every guy in the club’s dance moves.
The foot stomp while they move their hands to the music. You may get a little shoulder action occasionally, but it’s always a drink in one hand while they try to lift the other hand in the air.
“It’s not my fault. You’re the one who said yes.” He raises his eyebrow at me.
