Right now I'm holding back both my heartandmy dick.
Me. Gio Fontana. What a fall from grace.
I went from having a whole menu to choose from, like I'm at an all-you-can-fuck buffet, to wanting exactly one person, and I can't even pick him. And it's not even like a game.
In games, if you level up enough, everything unlocks sooner or later. With him, it's the fucking opposite.
He's like some premium character with a big fat warning sign stamped on his forehead that says "PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH OR APPROACH."
…
We're in Spain.
The airport spat us out on the curb, and now we're sitting on the sidewalk waiting while our bodies get cooked alive.
We love calling ourselves rich, talking about business, deals, big money, but apparently we can't manage to have a damn car or a driver to take us to the hotel.
No, no.
We have a taxi holding us hostage and keeping us humble.
Rich in drama, broke in logistics.
Lorenzo lets out a loud, ridiculous whoop. "¡Viva España!" he shouts, throwing his arms up and spinning once in a stupid little dance move right there on the curb.
People stare. He doesn't give a shit.
He grabs the straps of his backpack and starts half-dancing, half-walking toward the line of taxis.
Bisexual king came to conquer Spain.
Rava stifles a laugh next to me. "Don't forget the hotel info," he says, nudging me.
"I have it," I snap.
"You sure?" he says, that slight edge in his voice again.
I turn on him. "You wanna babysit the trip? Be my fucking guest."
"I'm just trying to make sure we don't end up sleeping on the beach, jackass."
"Maybe you'd like that," I sneer.
"You could cry under the stars."
His mouth drops open, shocked.
Lorenzo glances back at us. "Guys. Seriously. CHILL. We're on vacation."
Vacation my ass.
We spot a taxi and Lorenzo sprints, almost throwing himself in front of it, ready to scream "STOP FOR MEEEE."
Somehow it works. The car pulls over.
We shove the suitcases in the trunk. Lorenzo's doesn't fit, so they throw his in the front.
We cram into the back, all three of us, thigh on thigh on thigh, no personal space.
