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After we finished eating, we went back to our suite. Since it was already late, I decided to go straight to sleep. After grabbing a large Emilio t-shirt that reached mid-thigh and a pair of small fabric shorts, I went to the bathroom. I locked the bathroom so that Santiago definitely couldn't get in. I checked the lock again, just because I'm paranoid.

I went to the toilet, brushed my teeth and changed my clothes. I'm not going to take a shower because I already took a shower yesterday and I'm not going back until tomorrow morning. After I was finished in the bathroom, I unlocked the door again and walked out of the bathroom.

Santiago was currently standing in the living room and was on his cell phone. When he saw me coming out of the bathroom, he silently walked past me and into the bathroom too. Why does he go to the bathroom without fresh clothes? He hardly wants to change in the bedroom, but maybe he'll go into the dressing room. I just didn't want to change because the door doesn't have a lock. It doesn't seem to be a problem for him.

I got some water from the mini fridge and a glass from the cupboard and filled it. After I finished my water, I went into the bedroom. Since I didn't know whether Santiago prefers to sleep on the right or left side of the bed, I just laid down on the right side because that's what I prefer. Luckily the bed has two blankets and not just one big one. Because I really don't want to share one with him.

I turned sideways so that my back was facing the other side of the bed and I had a beautiful view of the sea through the large window front. After a few minutes, just before I fell asleep, I noticed that someone opened the door. When I turned towards the door, I saw Santiago come through the door with only a white towel around his waist. I repeat, only with a towel. With which you have a perfect view of his tanned skin and his muscular chest. He has a fairly well-defined six-pack, easily reaching an eight-pack, and broad shoulders and arm muscles. How much does this guy train please? I mean, I can't complain to myself, I have a six-pack myself, although it's not very defined because I don't find it that nice on myself, but still, how does he manage that? I slowly looked down at his hips, where you can see his well-defined V-muscle disappearing under his towel. When I looked a little further down, I saw a small bulge under his towel, which is relatively large and long. I quickly saw where the towel ended just above his knees. His leg muscles were also fairly defined, but not to the extreme of a bodybuilder. All in all, he was pretty hot. What kind of genes does he have, should he hand out some of it?

When I realized I was staring at him, I quickly looked away from him and looked at the wall next to him. The wall is a beautiful color, still so white. Santiago had apparently noticed my look too, as he was grinning from ear to ear. Heat rushed to my cheeks because I was really embarrassed. When did I become such a hormonal teenager? I don't normally behave like that.

"You don't have to blush because of me, there's nothing about me that you have to be ashamed of," said the asshole. His seriousness, as if I had blushed because of his body. "What is it? You did it with mine "I'm speechless at the sight of it," he asked provocatively, whereupon my face shot to him in shock. His ego is really bigger than America. "No, I'm just enjoying the view of the wall, you know, it's more vivid than you are with your body," I said at the beginning in a slightly whiny tone, but towards the end my voice became firmer again. Now he's the one looked at me in disbelief. Well, who can, who can. Apparently he doesn't care anymore, so he turned away and walked towards the left side of the bed. He doesn't want to sleep with a towel?

Only then did I notice that there was a suitcase next to his bedside. Apparently he hasn't taken him to the dressing room yet. I just watched as he took a pair of boxer shorts out of his suitcase. He probably forgot to bring his clothes and is just grabbing them quickly. But I was wrong because he was about to drop his towel when he turned his back to me and you could see his defined back muscles.

I interrupted him with a startled yelp. "What are you doing, don't change here, go to the bathroom or somewhere else but not with me," luckily he hadn't dropped the towel yet. "Chill, just look somewhere else, Besides, there's nothing there," he said to me. "Of course I can look away, but I'm not undressing in front of you, I'm just going to the bathroom to change," I said, whereupon he just started to grin. "Well, I wouldn't mind." he simply said, whereupon I looked at him perplexed again. What kind of perverted pig is he? "Absolutely not," I said quickly to him before quickly turning away as he simply dropped the towel. Argh, can't he even do what he's told?

After a few seconds, when I felt the bed next to me lower, I saw that he had laid down next to me. Seriously, he can't even wear anything more than just things that cover his cock. But since I didn't want to argue with him again, I just sat there silently.

Since I couldn't sleep on my back, I turned towards him. When I was lying comfortably, I briefly opened my eyes again and looked directly into Santiago's eyes. Those dark eyes that took my breath away and captivated me in a way that no one else could before. What is Santiago doing to me, making me feel so safe with him even though I shouldn't? Can't my life just be as boring as it was a month ago, even though you couldn't call it boring then either. Only back then I didn't have to struggle with such feelings, which is harder than I thought, especially since they should actually be forbidden, shouldn't they? I just don't know how to deal with it and whether I should just listen to my gut and heart, or continue to listen to my mind, like I've always done everything so far. Because if I start to listen to my gut and heart, I don't know whether I'll get lost and fall deeply before a hard impact occurs that has it all. After all, I'm a López and he's a Sánchez, that could never work, we're simply not born to love someone, our women don't always fall in love, they're married for the right purposes, so that alliances can be made. Are my last thoughts before I closed my eyes, away from his mesmerizing eyes and the world around me. Just inner peace, the world can't always be like that. Always everything peace and quiet. But as the saying goes, the calm before the storm.