Ariana's POV —
Later that night, I'm lying in my usual spot on the sofa, watching late night television. Instead of replaying nightmares over and over again in my head, I replay the kiss Alex and I shared today. I can still feel the pressure and contour of his lips pressed against mine. I lift my hand, tracing over my bottom lip with my fingers.
Alex felt . . . good.
Maybe it isn't too late to salvage the relationship between him and I. When I first met Alejandro, I didn't ever think I'd fall so madly in love with someone like him. Since that very first day, he'd taken over my thoughts and stole my heart along-side it. Alex and I share a connection and despite trying to stay away from him, that connection doesn't fade.
I imagine him flying out to Valencia, meeting his father and his fa
