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“What?” She hits me on the shoulder as I come up for air.
“Blondie.” I laugh again. “The fact that you can’t curse is the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.” I chuckle a little, ending my fit of laughter.
She hits me on the shoulder again. “It’s not my fault my parents always scolded me when I cursed as a child.La chanclawill always be ingrained in my soul.” She chuckles and shivers at her own comment.
“It’s fuck,” I tell her sternly.
“I refuse to be peer pressured into using profanities.”
“Come on, say it with me, Blondie.” I move my arms in encouragement, but she stares at me in discomfort.
“One.” I count down. “Two.” Her face is hesitant. “Three. Fuck,” I say, but she stays silent, rolls her eyes, and proceeds to walk faster in front of me. I jog ahead to catch up.
“I can’t say it.” She shrugs.
“Can you say a curse word in another language you don’t know?” I ask her.
“Eh. I don’t know.” Her uncertainty grows with every second.
“Sayfoda.” My attention is on her.
She bites her lip before reluctantly saying, “Foda,” in barely a whisper.
My smile consumes me, and I lean back with a hand over my heart.
“You’re too fucking cute for your own good.” My tone is breathy as I fall onto the sand as if she just gave me a heart attack.
Which isn’t wrong. She makes my heart race when I’m around her to the point where I’m short of breath. I hear her giggle and it’s music to my ears. “Get up, you big baby.” I open my eyes to a playful Violetta. Her hands are on her hips, a massive grin on her face.
The sunset is behind her, the reflection of the sun on her skin making her glow. Orange, pink, and purple blend together on the horizon. The moment is picturesque as I stare at her while still on the ground, taking a mental picture in my brain for future reference. She holds out her hand, signaling her intent to help me off the ground.
I take her hand in mine. Every time our hands touch and her soft skin touches mine, it sends a spark to the area where our hands connect.
Her touch is my own personal hit of adrenaline.
I can’t seem to snap out of my trance. The soft glow accentuating the outline of her face exudes a radiance that stops a man in his tracks.
That man in particular being me.
She doesn’t seem to notice my trance because the next thing I know, her hands are in my hair, shaking out the sand from my curls.
Realizing her actions, she quickly pulls away, trying to make her previous act go unnoticed. “You better get that sand off your body before you get in the house. I will not have sand on my rugs.”
I become hyper-aware of the way her body moves as we continue to walk.
The situation is fucked. She may not know it, but I am well aware of the fact that I don’t think I can stay away from her even if I’m in a relationship with someone else.
I’m an asshole, aren’t I?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.
Chapter24
Xavier
Ifollow Vio back to the house, while wiping and shaking off the sand from my clothes. By the time I get to the steps, she is leaning on the sliding glass door. Her gaze roams over my body, I’m assuming to check for any remaining sand. I see her nod slightly in approval before walking into the living room. Following behind her, I shut the doors and make sure they’re locked for the night. I turn around in time to see Cleo and Chanel running down the steps.
It catches both me and Vio off guard.
