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of her lips; “Fine.”
It’s warm outside, even as the sun dips over the edge of the ocean in front of us. Still, it’s a breath of fresh air I need after sitting in that damned room with this girl. First thing tomorrow, we need to get some new clothes, because as much fun as I’m having spending all day with a hot blonde in a bikini, it’s also fucking with my head. Chelsea Archer is the enemy here, not a piece of eye-candy I should let myself get distracted by.
It being a pretty cheap motel, the balcony is bare of any furniture. But a great view is a great view, and if it can distract me from her , I’m fine with it. I slide down to the floor, resting the beer on my bent knee as I lean back against the wall and look out over the orange gold of the fading day.
Chelsea slides down next to me, exhaling before takes another swig of her beer.
So much for a distraction , I grumble, forcing myself not to think about how damn amazing her tits look in that bikini.
“I’m sorry if I was a bitch earlier.”
I feel myself grin, though I don’t say anything and try and cover it by taking a slug from my beer.
“You were right,” She continues, nodding at the sunset; “This is my first field operation.”
“Well of course I was right.” I grin wider as I practically hear her roll her eyes beside me; “Don’t worry, babe, you’re doing a great job; top notch.”
“Gee, thanks,” She says dryly; “Dick.”
“ Cop. ”
“Criminal.”
I snort out a laugh just as she cracks up at the same time, and I clink my bottle against hers, as if toasting to the break in tension; “You know, princess, in another life you and I might actually be friends.”
“That’s a TV sitcom script just waiting to happen,” She says, laughing; “We’re like those two characters from The Breakfast Club.”
I raise a brow at her; “The what?”
“You know, the eighties movie about detention? You’re the guy with the jean jacket and the earring.”
“Earring?”
“Yeah! You know, the badass. And I’m Molly whatever-her-name-is.”
I grin and shake my head; “You watch some weird fucking movies in the States, princess.”
“Well, you’re missing out.”
I chuckle and take another swig of my beer as the sun starts to dip into the ocean. “So how do I rank, as first assignments go?” I say, flashing her a grin.
“Definitely could be worse.”
I laugh.
“Hey, just being honest,” She says arching her eyebrows.
The sun grows dimmer and darker as it dips into the horizon, and I let my eyes sag as I lean into the wall behind me. A yawn creeps from her lips as she stretches her legs out; “We should head in.”
I shrug; “I’m good out here.” I roll my eyes as she shoots me a quick look; “Oh, relax , hot-stuff; I’m too fucking tired to start jumping balconies and making a run for it.” She frowns, her cheeks growing pink as if embarrassed that I busted her doubting me again; “ Merde , how many times does a guy have to save your life for you to try trusting him for a second?”
“That’s not-” She stops and purses her lips and shakes her head; “Fair enough.”
“Look, we’ll go inside. But let’s share one more and just relax a little longer, alright?”
“Just a little longer.” She says, stretching; her adorable face scrunching up as she yawns.
“Cheers, princess,” I say, clinking her beer again; “Hell of a first day.”
There's the smell of salt brine and ocean that first wakes me up, and for a moment, I'm back home again; back in both of them. For a moment, I'm a little boy again back at Mama's house in Valencia, before the memory changes and I’m in Venezuela with my abuela . In Spain, Mama is waking me up and making me get to school; in Venezuela, I’m waking up with the sun to go help my abuelo, my grandfather, up in the fields.
I stir, wanting just one more minute; one more minute before the sun's brightness through my eyelids is too
It’s warm outside, even as the sun dips over the edge of the ocean in front of us. Still, it’s a breath of fresh air I need after sitting in that damned room with this girl. First thing tomorrow, we need to get some new clothes, because as much fun as I’m having spending all day with a hot blonde in a bikini, it’s also fucking with my head. Chelsea Archer is the enemy here, not a piece of eye-candy I should let myself get distracted by.
It being a pretty cheap motel, the balcony is bare of any furniture. But a great view is a great view, and if it can distract me from her , I’m fine with it. I slide down to the floor, resting the beer on my bent knee as I lean back against the wall and look out over the orange gold of the fading day.
Chelsea slides down next to me, exhaling before takes another swig of her beer.
So much for a distraction , I grumble, forcing myself not to think about how damn amazing her tits look in that bikini.
“I’m sorry if I was a bitch earlier.”
I feel myself grin, though I don’t say anything and try and cover it by taking a slug from my beer.
“You were right,” She continues, nodding at the sunset; “This is my first field operation.”
“Well of course I was right.” I grin wider as I practically hear her roll her eyes beside me; “Don’t worry, babe, you’re doing a great job; top notch.”
“Gee, thanks,” She says dryly; “Dick.”
“ Cop. ”
“Criminal.”
I snort out a laugh just as she cracks up at the same time, and I clink my bottle against hers, as if toasting to the break in tension; “You know, princess, in another life you and I might actually be friends.”
“That’s a TV sitcom script just waiting to happen,” She says, laughing; “We’re like those two characters from The Breakfast Club.”
I raise a brow at her; “The what?”
“You know, the eighties movie about detention? You’re the guy with the jean jacket and the earring.”
“Earring?”
“Yeah! You know, the badass. And I’m Molly whatever-her-name-is.”
I grin and shake my head; “You watch some weird fucking movies in the States, princess.”
“Well, you’re missing out.”
I chuckle and take another swig of my beer as the sun starts to dip into the ocean. “So how do I rank, as first assignments go?” I say, flashing her a grin.
“Definitely could be worse.”
I laugh.
“Hey, just being honest,” She says arching her eyebrows.
The sun grows dimmer and darker as it dips into the horizon, and I let my eyes sag as I lean into the wall behind me. A yawn creeps from her lips as she stretches her legs out; “We should head in.”
I shrug; “I’m good out here.” I roll my eyes as she shoots me a quick look; “Oh, relax , hot-stuff; I’m too fucking tired to start jumping balconies and making a run for it.” She frowns, her cheeks growing pink as if embarrassed that I busted her doubting me again; “ Merde , how many times does a guy have to save your life for you to try trusting him for a second?”
“That’s not-” She stops and purses her lips and shakes her head; “Fair enough.”
“Look, we’ll go inside. But let’s share one more and just relax a little longer, alright?”
“Just a little longer.” She says, stretching; her adorable face scrunching up as she yawns.
“Cheers, princess,” I say, clinking her beer again; “Hell of a first day.”
There's the smell of salt brine and ocean that first wakes me up, and for a moment, I'm back home again; back in both of them. For a moment, I'm a little boy again back at Mama's house in Valencia, before the memory changes and I’m in Venezuela with my abuela . In Spain, Mama is waking me up and making me get to school; in Venezuela, I’m waking up with the sun to go help my abuelo, my grandfather, up in the fields.
I stir, wanting just one more minute; one more minute before the sun's brightness through my eyelids is too
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