5: Welcome To Greece
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CHAPTER FIVE
ROLAND
For three f*****g days, I tried to remember her face.
Three days of replaying the scenes in my head; the curve of her waist beneath my palms, the way her thighs tightened around me, the breathless little moans that didn’t sound rehearsed or fake like the others, the screams when I hit spots that had her throwing her head back with her eyes rolling…
It was real, raw, and literally the best s*x I’d ever had. Undoubtedly so.
And for the life of me, I couldn’t remember her face.
It was starting to drive me insane.
I remembered the feel of her more than anything else. She was soft but not fragile, responsive too. Every single touch I made pulled something new from her, a gasp, a tremble, a needy little whimper that sent waves straight to my head.
She was so f*****g wet for me.
And tight. Jesus Christ.
I ran a hand down my face, averting my gaze to the ceiling of my room.
One of the f*****g best nights of my life, and I just forgot? I drank a lot, yeah, and I always remembered the faces of the girls I’ve hooked up with, even though I forgot their names.
This one? Blank.
And that pissed me off more than I care to admit because she wasn’t meant to be special to me, just another body in the dark.
Yet, my body reacted every time I thought about it, and that wasn’t the only thing crawling under my skin. Bella’s stupid words have been echoing in my head since that morning.
Someone special.
I scoffed just thinking about it.
Lily Dalton. The sweet, prude, baggy clothes thing swept off her feet?
But the thing was that Bella didn’t look like she was lying, and I’d caught the look of surprise and hope in Lily’s eyes as Bella spoke.
And I didn’t like it at all; it unnerved me.
I didn’t like not knowing who the guy was either.
I’d asked Bella twice more over the last three days. Casually, of course. I leaned against her doorframe, folded my arms, pretending that I didn’t give a damn.
“So who’s the mystery i***t?” I asked.
She smiles like a smug little demon. “Why? You jealous?”
“As if.” I scoffed, pushing myself off the wall as I left the room, Alma’s at the fact that I didn’t get the answer I sought.
So I tried Lily too. I cornered her in the kitchen once when she came over to help Bella pack.
“So,” I started, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen. “You must be excited, no?”
She didn’t look up at me as she zipped up Bella’s suitcase calmly. “About what?”
“About your secret admirer. Must feel good knowing someone finally wants you.” I shrugged, taking a swig from my bottle of water.
It was a low blow, but I only realized after I’d already said it.
Her fingers paused for the briefest second before continuing. “I don’t need you to validate that someone wants me.” She said it so dismissively.
That’s how she’s been since the morning in my room. Polite, yet closed off and distant.
Which was ridiculous because if anyone should be feeling awkward, it should be her. She was practically drooling over me at the party before disappearing somewhere. Who knows? She probably went home with some random loser from the football team.
And yet, she wouldn’t spare me even a glance.
Today was the day we traveled to Greece.
We didn’t fly together. That’s always been the arrangement. Our parents believed in “independence,” which meant separate flights and a whole lot of freedom once we landed, and I usually loved it.
This time, I was restless the entire damn flight with two thoughts nagging at me the whole time: the faceless girl I had the best night with and the faceless guy that couldn’t wait to sweep Lily off her feet.
The second thought immensely irritated me.
By the time we landed in Greece, the sun was blazing, bright, and obnoxious against the polished glass of the airport. I shoved my sunglasses on and walked beside Bella through arrivals, rolling my suitcase lazily behind me.
“You’re weirdly quiet,” she commented.
“Jet lag.”
“You don’t get jet lag.”
I ignored her.
Lily was a few steps ahead of us, pulling her suitcase behind her before splitting off toward our side. She looked different, lighter somehow. Her hair was down, brushing her bare shoulders. She was wearing white shorts and a loose blouse that moved with the breeze.
My eyes dropped to her legs before I could stop them. I averted my gaze as soon as unholy thoughts started to creep in.
We stepped through the final sliding doors into the arrivals area, and that’s when I saw it.
A massive, abhorrently bright banner. Pink with gold letters stretched across it.
WELCOME TO GREECE, LIKY DALTON!
There were balloons, actual f*****g balloons, and a bouquet so large, it looked like it required professional arm strength to hold.
And behind it was Alex, my friend. No, my teammate.
Alex f*****g Martinez.
He stood there in sunglasses and a fitted linen shirt, holding that ridiculous banner like he was proposing marriage, and his face lit up the moment he spotted us.
No, not us.
Her.
“Lily!” He called, dropping the banner halfway as he waved, and I felt something sharp twist low in my gut.
Lily stopped walking. For a second, she looked confused, but the confusion quickly turned to surprise.
“Alex?” She let out a stuffed giggle.
Bella went completely still beside me.
“What the f**k…” I muttered.
Alex abandoned the banner entirely, shoving it into some airport worker’s hands, and walked toward her with that stupid confident grin he wore before big games.
He held out the bouquet first. “For you.”
Lily blinked, as if she wasn’t sure this was real, then took it and smiled.
A warm, almost shy smile.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, then he hugged her, wrapping his arms around her fully and pulling her against him like he had every right.
And she let him.
I don’t know what the hell happened in my chest at that moment, but something snapped. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack.
Alex’s hands were on her back, her cheeks pressing against his shoulder. He looked down at her like she was something precious, and she didn’t pull away.
Bella made a small satisfied sound, “told you.”
I didn’t respond.
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