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Henry’s hands, calloused and unsteady, settled on Alexandria’s waist, his fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt as if anchoring himself to her could stop the world from spinning out of control. Her kiss—fierce, desperate, a collision of need and regret—lit a fire in his chest, rekindling something he’d thought was lost in the wreckage of her betrayal. He pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes, their teary depths reflecting the storm raging outside. His own eyes burned, brimming with unshed tears, a cocktail of love, pain, and a fragile spark of hope that scared him more than anything.
“Alexandria,” he said, his voice low, deliberate, each word carved from the ache in his heart. “I don’t know how to trust this yet. I want to—God, you have no idea how much I want to—but you broke something in me.” His grip tightened, not out of anger, but as if holding her closer could stitch together the pieces of what they’d been. “I love you. I never stopped, not even when I was drowning in what you did. But this… this can’t be like before. We can’t just slap a bandage on it and pretend the wounds aren’t there.”
He leaned his forehead against hers, their breaths tangling in the small space between them, warm and uneven, a fragile thread tying them together. The storm outside howled, lightning cracking like a whip, but in that moment, the world shrank to just them—two broken people standing on the edge of something worth salvaging, if they could find the courage. “I’m willing to try,” he whispered, his voice splintering on the words. “But it’s gotta be different. Real. No more secrets, no more lies, no more running from the hard stuff. Just us—raw, messy, honest. Can you do that, Alex? Can you stay, even when it hurts?”
His thumb brushed her cheek, catching a tear that slipped free, its warmth lingering on his skin. He tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes searching for the truth in hers. “I need to know you’re in this,” he said, softer now, almost a plea. “Because I can’t lose you again. I won’t survive it.” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, the vulnerability stripping him bare. Then, drawn by a pull he couldn’t resist, he leaned in, capturing her lips in another kiss—slow but hungry, a tentative promise laced with longing, as if he could pour every unspoken hope and fear into the press of their mouths. The storm’s rumble filled the silence, and Henry waited, heart hammering against his ribs, for her answer—knowing it could either rebuild them from the ashes or shatter what little was left of him.
Henry's words were filled with emotion, pain and grief he'd been holding in for probably too long and all because of her. It stung in her chest to know she'd hurt someone so deeply. Alexandria could see through him, she could hear the trembling in his voice, the shaking under her fingertips as she touched his skin, wishing she could carry the weight for him. But she was the weight.
"I'll stay, I promise you." Blue with blue, she held his gaze even though it was stripping her bare. "I promise." Again, it was a promise to him and herself. "I can't promise you perfection but I promise I'll stay. I'm sorry" She held his face, a smile engulfed by tears, half sad, half happy. Could they make it after this? Would he ever trust her again? Would she ever trust herself with his heart again?
The kiss was received with a tug at his shirt, heart beating fast almost in disbelief he was actually willing to forgive her. Alexandria had made her peace with losing him, she'd accepted that she had fucked things up so much that there was no going back. So this, him saying these things and kissing her lips felt like a dream too good to be true and she had to keep touching him to remind herself it was reality.
"I missed you." Was all she said after the kiss, putting some space between them to look at him. "I missed your face." Thumbs brushed his jawline, smile not so sad anymore, more nostalgic. "Do you want me to make you some tea?" The usual question, Alexandria would always offer to make him some tea before bedtime or offer to pour him some whisky, depending on the mood.
Ronnie made a mental note to ask about the tattoos decorating his fingers as she slipped her hand in his; Julian's hand completely engulfing hers. Just another reason for her to metaphorically drool over him. Envisioning wearing those hands as a necklace almost caused her to bite her lip. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Juli." Hungry eyes never left him - not while he ordered, not while he paid, not while he instructed her to take the lead. Despite meeting for the first time, Ronnie could tell he had quite a bit of alcohol in his system. Not for nothing, and while the rest of the town thought differently (rest meaning those with a stick in their ass), Ronnie was a lady with morals. The plan was to take the man home to enjoy the rest of her evening with a bang. But too much alcohol meant the line was blurred with consent.
Let’s see how the rest of the night goes.
Happily taking the cold glass in one hand, his in the other, Ronnie turned to guide them through the sea of moving bodies.She was conflicted by her choices: keep dancing with him while slowly sipping her drink, move them to a side table to chat or immediately take him home - it was getting late, afterall. Before she could fully decide, one of her girlfriends found her with a smile. A side hug, assurance that everyone was okay and kiss on the cheek later and they were moving on again. Finally, they ended up at the edge of the crowd toward the tall mini tables where Ronnie could lean against - taking some weight off her heels.
“I’m not,” she answered, stepping forward, chin raised toward his ear. “Soy aqui con mi amigas. So you answer your underlying question, I am single.” Ronnie took a step back to smirk up at the man. The tip of her tongue found the top of the straw. Using it to lead her mouth to close over the straw, she took in a small swig from the cold drink. “What are you going to do about that?”
Julián acknowledged her friend with a polite nod and smile, almost like saying she is safe here but without words. The corner was inviting, it offered full vision of the dance floor and bar. The place was packed, it'd been a while since Julián had seen it so full and he was here every weekend, he was almost part of the staff at this point.
Brown eyes focused on the woman in front of him, listening to her words but eyes following the movements her lips made, from words to dares. Eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the same time his sight did, holding her gaze confidently, without any intimidation or shyness. He narrowed them and raised his chin, a chuckle escaping him, genuine and entertained by her. Confident, she's confident. Good.
"¡Guau! You're gonna make me shy!" His words were light but his gaze wasn't, taking a sip of the drink but never breaking eye contact. "Whatever you want, you're the boss." He did step forward to cut some of the distance between them, her perfume hitting his nostrils and reminding him just how much he loved women. He did feel something different about Ronnie though, was it her shiny eyes full of mischief or the way the air between them could probably be lit on fire with a match? Maybe both. Definitely both.
"I do have a suggestion, though." Hand found the small of her back again, pulling her close to him, mouth to her ear. Fingers moved her hair out of the way behind her ear and he had a clear vision of a place his lips would like to explore, to start. "We can stay here and keep pretending like you're not dying to ride me or we can leave. Te dejaré decidir."
Juli's towel situation was handled. Ronnie couldn't help but shake her head. Whether he truly had an issue was a mystery. The man had a tendency to make a small matter more dramatic than it needed to be - a majority of the time to simply get a rise out of Ronnie. She assumed Juli got a kick out of watching the way she reacts, and yet, she falls for it every time. Secretly, she loved it.
Ronnie stripped out of her beach dress, revealing her string bikini - heavy on the string. She then bent down to grab the towel out of her bag. That was when she felt Juli's arms wrap around her frame to be thrown over his shoulder. "Julián Acevedo! Bajame! Ahora!" Ronnie had a routine: lay towel, put on light sunscreen, then go in the water before tanning and reading. She should know there was no such thing as routine with Juli around.
Knowing there was only one outcome to happen, Ronnie weighed her options on her answer. Speak the truth…or playfully lie…"Is that the worst that'll happen? I don't know if that's a deal breaker to admit something like that." A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips at her answer.
Of course she's gonna play it off cool. Honestly, it wouldn't even be Veronica if she didn't. Truly, Julián had never met anyone like her ever in his life and he'd met a lot of women. The gaze, the smirk, the attitude, so full of herself in the best way. Shit, it was like looking in a mirror, if the mirror reflected eyes he could fall in love with.
Wow. Cabrón. The man stopped himself mid thought, pulling himself back to reality and quite literally running from it in a metaphorical way. "Dímelo tu, mami." He could barely recall her words, brown eyes lost in the way her glossy lips moved, so inviting. Tattooed hands tightened around her to secure her but also to pull her closer to his skin. Even though they were glued, it didn't feel like close enough and even when he was inside of her, it still didn't feel close enough. Maybe it was the kind of hollow that could only be filled with feelings and closure instead of skin to skin. What the hell is wrong with you today?
"I'll spare you." In a moment, he put Ronnie down, letting her body brush against his while going down and dove in to cool off his mind, his soul and everything else in between. He came up some seconds later, a couple inches away, curls dripping wet and water splashing around his shoulders. "How was work today?" An odd question out of nowhere.
Not that Julián didn't question her about her day and life but even he recognized the sudden shift in energy. He was great at faking everything except how he felt inside. Still, he'd brush it off and give some weak excuse even if he knew that Ronnie could read him. And he absolutely hated it. He hated feeling naked with clothes on.

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Henry’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker, hungrier, as Alexandria closed the distance between them. Her fingers on his chest, trailing up to the nape of his neck, sent a jolt through him, her touch igniting a warmth that rivaled the heat of his skin beneath his shirt. Her whispered challenge, the way she said his name—like a dare, like a promise—made his pulse quicken, though he’d never let her see it. Not yet. Two could play, and he was damn good at this game.
“Always like this?” he murmured, his voice low, a velvet edge to it that matched the intensity in her wide, doe-like eyes. He leaned in just a fraction, enough for his breath to ghost over her lips, close but not quite touching, letting the sting of that distance linger. “Only when I’m standing in front of someone who can keep up.” His gaze flicked down to her lips, then back to her eyes, holding her there, unflinching, as if he could see straight through her carefully crafted confidence to the racing heart beneath.
Her question about what else he’d like to steal hung in the air, and he let it simmer, his hand finding her waist, fingers grazing the curve of her hip with a deliberate lightness that belied the fire in his touch. “Oh, Alexandria,” he said, her name rolling off his tongue like a secret he was savoring, “I’m not here to steal anything you’re not dying to give.” His thumb brushed against her side, slow and teasing, matching the rhythm of her fingers at his neck. “But if we’re talking theft…” He tilted his head, mirroring her, his lips so close now he could feel the heat of her breath. “I’d start with that smirk of yours. It’s dangerous. Makes me want to see how much bolder you can get.”
His free hand lifted, hovering near her cheek, not quite touching, letting the anticipation build. “Does it usually work?” he echoed, his voice dropping to a near whisper, rough with intent. “You tell me. You’re the one pressing closer.” His eyes searched hers, catching the flicker of vulnerability behind her bravado, and it stirred something in him—a need to push, to see how far she’d let this game go. “But I’ll let you in on a secret,” he added, his lips curling into a softer, almost unguarded smile. “With you? I’m not playing to win. I’m playing to keep you right here.” His fingers tightened slightly on her waist, grounding them in the electric tension, daring her to make the next move.
Alexandria was usually good at holding her ground with men like him. Men like him? Was he like the others? She convinced herself in her mind that yes. Yet, others had never made her heart race like this. It was usually a one-sided game, them completely into it and Alexandria completely out of it, rolling her eyes when backs were turning, faking smiles when they were looking.
She had to catch her mind and pull herself back to reality, his voice echoing in her brain, the feeling of his fingertips digging ever so slightly into her hips made her warm up from the inside out. "You're so good with words." A dare, almost, gaze never leaving his even though she felt like running. The way Henry stared at her made her feel naked, he undressed her with his eyes and that was a tricky game she could so easily fall into and not know how to climb back out. "I'm sure it does usually work." A whisper, speaking but too distracted by his smirk, the scent of his cologne involving her in an embrace.
Alexa had totally forgotten her hand around his neck, too lost in the feeling, their chest colliding as breathing got heavier. It bothered her that Henry hadn't closed the distance between their lips but then again, that was probably very intentional. Good thing Alexandria wasn't afraid of going after what she wanted in both business and pleasure.
Fingers pulled him down by the neck, lips catching his, a quiet type of hunger. She used the free hand to support herself against the bar, guiding him closer, wanting him closer even though it wasn't physically possible anymore. God, she just wanted him to touch her properly, soft little pokes weren't enough and she was so sure he was capable of much more. A smile between kisses, wondering what the hell she was doing kissing this man but somehow it felt right. The alcohol was also doing its job, her head and body feeling light, words flowing without care. "Why don't you touch me properly?" This one was definitely a dare.
Her gaze caught Juli when he rounded the corner and all she could do was gawk. Ronnie would deny it, but watching him when he wasn't paying attention was one of her favorite pastimes. It infuriated her. The amount of people who came - literally - and went from her rolodex who could stop traffic with their physical appearance, none of them demanded her gaze like Julián Acevedo. His effortlessly charming personality shined even when those perfect lips were closed. They were probably the reason why she dealt with his jokester side - or maybe because it reminded her to not take life so seriously.
She took in his scent as he neared - enclosing her between him and the door. Mint flowed from his breath, masking what was the smell of her not too long ago. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips at the memory.
Ronnie's head shook - keys jingling while locking up before joining Juli. "Count your blessings for that miracle." Living next to the ocean certainly had its perks - one of them is the immediate feeling of home washing over her, clearing the slight annoyance held from Juli taking so long. The warm rays of the sun warmed her skin bringing a smile to her face … and watching Julián struggle to get his towel down - from the wind pushing it back toward him - made it grow bigger.
She dropped her things down and grabbed the other side of his towel, helping to station it on the sand. "You're such a kid, you know that?"
The way a towel made him look like a beginner at the beach needed to be studied. It was always that little piece of damned fabric that had him cursing back to back in his native language. A relieved sigh when Ronnie grabbed the other side and the thing finally settled down.
"Diablo, this fucking towel." Breathing out through his nostrils, he looked genuinely infuriated for a moment before returning back to his element, lips curving into a smile. The wind wasn't even that strong, he was just a dumbass who couldn't lay a towel down. But to compensate, he laid other things down pretty well.
Shirt was already unbuttoned so all he had to do was slide out, chanclas were thrown on the sand too. "You're taking too long." He didn't specify what he meant by words but it was clear when he bent down to put her over his shoulder, sprinting towards the water, one hand behind her knees, the other on her ass for extra motivation, not for her, for himself.
In a second, Julián was inside the water uip to this knees but didn't drop Ronnie in, as expected. He held her there, ignoring her protesting. He gripped her thighs, facing her while holding her over the water. A giggle, the type that would make you forget why you're mad at him. A forearm around her back then a hand on her ass, again, he couldn't help it. "So? Tell me I'm the hottest guy you've ever met and I won't drop you." Another chuckle, clearly finding his own words amusing and ridiculous.

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Music was second nature. Hell, music was her nature. Dancing was just the perks of having rhythm. Far too many times Ronnie pulled someone onto the dance floor with high expectations that they could keep up. The beat was right there. Right there in the music. Her girls would give the excuse that some people just didn't have the 'skill' - Ronnie couldn't believe it. The music gave a clear map on how to move, when to move. Previous experiences hindering Ronnie from pulling prospects to the dance floor, but with him, she just knew. And like suspected, he was able to keep up - smile and all.
Heat ignited her skin wherever he touched.Fingertips stayed on her hips - palm on the small of her back but respectful all the same. It didn't surprise her, though. Something about his energy from the moment her dark hues laid upon him Ronnie just knew.
A drink? Now? When she was on the verge of losing herself in the bass, movements and the feeling of him being close. But as she thought about it - just before opening her mouth to make a snarky comment - Ronnie determined she could use something cold. "Si." Ronnie leaned into his ear, getting close enough for her hot breath to tickle his neck. "Un mojito, por favor." She turned to make her way toward the bar, hand leisurely in his, pulling him along with her yet again. "I'm Veronica, by the way. Ronnie to my friends." They reached the bar. "Consider me a friend."
A friend. A smirk adorned Juli's face but it wasn't malicious, mouth opened to reveal a smile, curious, charmed, still intrigued. Honestly, Julián never had bad intentions when it came to women. Sure, most times he didn't have intentions of seeing them again, most of the girls he hooked up were tourists, just passing by and it was a fair exchange. He showed them around, gave them a good time, sometimes even a cute tattoo as a souvenir and then both went about their life. Both won.
Still, he'd been raised right. He remember several lectures from his father telling him that women were the foundation of everything and for that, they deserved all the respect in the world. And his father practiced it, Juli had grown up with two loving parents and perhaps that's why he was so full of love himself. Often times, he had no idea where to put it. Even if the women were just turistas in his life, he showed them affection and the respect that had been so intentionally spoken into him by his parents. And that kind of treatment left a mark, the women often calling him up months, even years later. But Julián never replied. Navigating feelings wasn't something he was good at, he sure tried, but the young man was too carefree and spontaneous to settle down. At least that's what he told himself late at night when his bed was empty and phone full of unread texts.
"Julián." He gave a hand for her to shake, tattoed fingers inviting her in. "You can call me Juli, that's what friends call me. And we are now friends, so." He only broke the gaze to order for her and then the fifth... Sixth? Sixth drink, for himself. Rum with coke, as always. "Gracias." He thanked the bartender while paying, clearly also a friend, who made a snarky comment when Julián didn't accept the change. Then offered the mojito to Ronnie carefully to not spill it on her. He was not sober anymore. "Dale mami, you guide us, wherever you wanna go." He'd follow, figuring she was an expert around and on dancefloors, he could just tell.
So he did follow, one hand holding hers, hovering above her, other hand holding his drink, occasionally interacting with people they passed on the way to the center of the dancefloor. The energy was insane, everyone was having a time, bodies moving, sweaty skin shining under the lights, he could feel the beat in his chest and eardrums. "What are you doing here alone?" Voice in her ear, bending down, chewing his gum like he was on top of the world. The question was a test because he didn't want the smoke. What if she had a man and he was around? He was in no shape to fight and also, he kinda did not fuck with cheating. Surely, a girl like her had to have someone, right? But then again, a guy like him should too and he, did not, in fact, have someone. Not at the moment.
Despite everything, Eric was still honest. Cassie appreciated that about him more than he could ever understand. No matter what she asked, what advice she sought or opinion she needed to hear, Eric provided his unadulterated thoughts on a silver platter even if it had the potential to hurt. That was rare to find in a deranged world.
"Was she always hard to deal with?" Cassie blurted out. If not for her own curiosity, but to determine whether his girlfriend's attitude began before or after Cassie's return to the small town. From their previous Facetime conversations she couldn't remember if they were having issues before. "Or is this something that started ever since I came back and you started spending more time away from her?"
Her hand found the remote, unmuting the tv to find something … stupid. Their definitions of 'stupid' were vastly different but still she looked in the Netflix catalog. "What do you mean this isn't on me? I'm your best friend, you're supposed to vent to me."
"I... I can't remember." Eric realized, the answer surprising him. Maybe his girlfriend had always been problematic but he used to be so high up in the delusional mountains of love and lust that he had failed to notice the pattern. "I don't think it has anything to do with you. She's like this with any woman I interact with." It wasn't a lie but it was maybe a tiny bit worse when it came to Cassie, he could omit that part to spare her. He always did.
"Not that it matters. She's... You know I don't like calling women crazy but she really is, Cass, she really is crazy." The fact Eric was part of the police department made it ironic but then again, that's how him and Rebecca had met. A journalist, always sneaking around for information until her eyes had landed on Eric. It was perfect. He was way more attractive than anyone in the police department and he was on the first line of disappearances and any weird stuff that was going on in their small town. And Eric was often oblivious to when people were taking advantage of him, cons of having a good heart.
"I know but you have so much on your plate already, I don't want to add any more weight to you." Head turned to look at her, arm stretching along the couch's headrest, reaching for her, an invitation. "You're way too far away, do I smell? I showered today."

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It wasn't uncommon to find Veronica at a beach party. Beach? She was there. A party where everyone let go of their inhibitions and gave in to their desires. Smiles, dancing, drinks flowing - a recipe for a great night. Dancing, in general, was a recipe for a good night in her opinion. To let out all the stresses from the week - from the day - and move it out of the body was the best way to relieve tension. Not only did she learn that in therapy, but her grandmother claimed it was a way to connect with ancestral spirits.
Veronica had arrived with her best friend, Valerie, and a few other girlies. Equipped with nothing but her phone and ID, the woman scoped out for the desperate looking men ready to open their wallets for a pretty smile. No doubt her usual routine. Why waste her own money when men were so willing to buy her drinks for five minutes with her charming personality? In the process of jumping from guy to guy, dancing with her friends, getting more drinks, Ronnie's eyes landed on a dazzling face attached to a stunning body. Out of respect for a possible partner, her eyes periodically looked for him, watching as he spoke with random people. He watched the crowd, too. Once she felt comfortable that he was up for grabs, heading to the bar, Ronnie turned to her friends with a goodbye.
Hunting him down like the tigress she was, Ronnie approached with a hand on his chest to immediately grab his attention. Her toothy grin only grew at his obvious reaction to her boldness. "Hola Bombón," Ronnie greeted. Just as she spoke, the DJ began mixing - drowning her voice in the shouts and hollers from the crowd showing their appreciation for the new song. When the man leaned forward, offering his ear her smile only grew bigger. Ronnie giggled. "Quiero bailar?" He did; there was no need to wait for an answer. With a slip of her hand in his, Ronnie guided him toward the dancing crowd, back to them so she could keep an eye on his angelic face.
Juli was flabbergasted, shocked, curious, intrigado. He didn't recall a woman coming up to him with such confidence in a very, very long time. It was usually the type of fake confidence that fell the moment he moved closer, didn't look away and said a pretty word or two. Ella me cogió, was his one and only thought as he followed Ronnie with an open smile, enjoying the feeling. So she thinks I'm attractive, was the second thought. Of course she did, Julián wasn't sure about much in life but he was sure he was one good looking motherfucker.
Hands found her waist like second nature, like they'd always belonged there. He had no problem closing the distance between them, the fabric of her white dress against his necklace framing the unbuttoned shirt perfectly. He didn't speak on purpose, holding her gaze under shifting, colorful lights, each flash revealing a different side of her and he was infatuated by it all.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Respectful. It was the least he could do after being approached so gently. Grin was still fully on but it was softer, the fourth- fifth? Fifth drink turning his cheeks a slight hue of pink under tanned skin. "What do you want? I'll get you anything." Juli didn't wait for her answer, accent thick with intention, mimicking her actions previously but he did not put any space between them, speaking in her ear, hands gripping her sides softly.