I didn't say those things because I was drunk.
Being drunk just turned the damn filter off. Now I'm sober and the feelings are still here.
Lorenzo's eyes widen. "AHHHH!"
He screams, loud enough that people turn their heads.
"HE STILL WANTS HIM!" he shouts, bouncing around like an excited kid. "OH MY GOD YOU'RE STILL DOWN BAD!"
I cover my face with both hands, embarrassed.
I want to throw myself in the pool. I want to scream back and also cry into the tiles.
I can't look at him.
If I look at him, I'll either start laughing hysterically or burst into tears.
And I'm not sure which one would be more humiliating.
44) Face To Face
Gio
Rava is pulling a shirt over his head.
He catches me staring and smirks.
"For a guy who supposedly hates me," he says, adjusting his belt, "you sure can't stop staring."
I drag my eyes up to his face. "You wish," I bite out. He just laughs under his breath, like I’m the one fooling myself.
Lorenzo bursts out of the bathroom, shirt half-open, hair still wet, a fucking bottle of Bacardi in one hand, a speaker in the other blasting some Spanish reggaeton shit that shakes the walls.
The whole room turns into a mini club in seconds.
Normally, I’d be the first one to rip shots with him.
To get wasted before we even make it out the door.
Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck about anything except how hard we’re partying.
But tonight? Tonight there’s a problem.
And the problem is standing across from me, adjusting his bracelet, running his fingers through that messy hair, looking like he doesn’t even realize he’s the problem.
No. That’s a lie. He fucking knows.
And that pisses me off even more.
Because deep down, I don’t just want to get drunk tonight. I want to hear that problem moaning my name against the sheets. I stand up fast.
"I’m coming," I say. "No way I’m letting you two dumbasses loose in a foreign country without supervision."
Rava chuckles, amused. "Aw, look at you," he says, tossing a chain around his neck, "so responsible all of a sudden."
I turn to him slowly. "You have no idea," I say.
His smirk falters for half a second. Neither of us moves.
