I don’t remember coming home last night. I remember going into the taxi that Alejandro put me in, I remember him standing there on the street watching as the taxi drove away and I remember how that felt. What I don’t remember is the adrenaline wearing off and somehow climbing into bed fully dressed.
I wipe the sheen of sweat off of my face with the back of my hand and glance at the clock on the nightstand. Groaning, I realised that I had overslept.
It was one thing to have Miguel in my house as I woke up and it was another thing entirely for Alejandro to be here. I had to admit that Miguel was handsome, he was stunning to look at and had an amazing personality. I was definitely attracted to him, but more in a school girl crush way.
Alejandro was something else entirely. They’re both u
