Marcela confesses. “She found us in the bathroom, Luisa. She heard us talking about you and that man going off together.She knew your father wouldn’t be pleased if he caught you. I think she was actually trying to help, trying to prevent you from getting in trouble.”
“How did she know where we went?” I whisper.
They exchange another look.
“We told her,” Ramona admits. “We were worried about you.”
“I was fine,” I bite out, angry that they ruined my few moments alone with Blue.
“Did he kiss you?” Carmen asks, taking my hands.
I nod.
“How was it?” There’s a smile on her face now.
“It was wonderful. He was sweet. I really liked him.” But inside, I’m filled with sadness that it's over.
“Well, you got it out of your system. You kissed a boy,” Marcela proclaims.
“Blue is no boy,” I contest. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get him out of my system.
“There he is,” Carmen says, and we all look toward the entrance.
His eyes scan the tent and find me, then he looks away and moves toward his table.
“What’s this?” Carmen asks, touching the white flower tucked in my hair.
I pull it free and stare at it, knowing already that I’ll press it in my diary tonight as a keepsake—something to remember my first kiss and the man who gave it to me.
CHAPTER ONE
Two months ago
Blue—
My bike is parked across the square from the Catholic church where Luisa attends Mass. The park-like square is green with trees and benches and a fountain. I’ve positioned myself so that nothing obstructs my view of the entrance where the Sanchez family will exit.
I’ve got it down to the minute, knowing exactly when those heavy wooden double doors will swing open and the parishioners will pour outside and down the steps.
Luisa’s family is of the last to exit, as per usual.
I’ve taken to watching her from afar, never allowing myself to approach.
I can’t have her. I know that. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t fill my every waking moment. I’ve tried to convince myself this is lunacy. What is it about this girl that has me so obsessed with her? Is it that she’s so absolutely out of my reach and off limits in a way I’ve never come up against before? Or is it much simpler than that? Is it her smile, the desire I saw in her eyes or her tempting kiss?
I don’t have a fucking clue, but I know one thing. I can’t seem to stop myself from watching her. Some might say I’m stalking her—staying in the shadows and observing from a distance. At least I’ve been able to keep myself from walking up and interacting with her. That doesn’t say much for my willpower. If that’s all I can claim, it’s not much to brag about.
Thank God my brothers haven’t caught on to what I’m doing. They never question when I make an excuse and split off on my own. I know I have to put a stop to this madness, but every time I try, I find I can’t keep myself from riding past her house, her church or her favorite coffee place. Yeah, I’ve been watching long enough to know a few things about her.
And every one of them has the potential to get me into trouble.
I wish one of the girls who come around the club were enough to turn my head and distract me from this obsession, but none of them holds my interest. None of them compare to Luisa in beauty, in intelligence, in innocence. It’s a heady combination, and one a man like me doesn’t find often, if ever.
Maybe that’s what draws me. I know this is a once in a lifetime thing. Luisa is like a comet that won’t pass through my life ever again. And I know it. That awareness is what eats at me. It’s like I’ve been consuming baloney my entire life and then suddenly someone lays a prime filet in front of me.
What man wouldn’t want what was laid out before him?
Every time I see Luisa, it only makes it harder to ride away. The memory of her in my arms fills my nights. I lay awake in bed and relive every moment of her soft mouth and sweet lips yielding to mine until my dick is rock hard.
