13
I’m on my bed, propped on my elbows, reading the assigned text for one of my classes. Andres is lying on his side next to me, rubbing my back. His touch makes me feel cherished. I’m happy, thinking about our great day yesterday. We spent the entire day walking through the streets of Seville—talking, laughing, and kissing. I’m usually not a fan of PDA, but with Andres, I couldn’t care less. When we’re together, nothing else seems to matter.
Andres tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s that smile for?” he asks.
Turning my head, I peer into his captivating blue eyes. “I was thinking about what a an awesome day we had yesterday.” I grin weakly, not wanting to sound too mushy. He’s still a bit of a mystery to me, and I definitely don’t want to scare him away with overdone af
