“Terrible?” I raise a brow. “Mi amor, I’ve beenrestrained.You didn’t even let me unleash the full roast. I had at least three more insults ready to go.”
She grins, cheeks still pink from laughter. God, I love that look on her.
We finish our lunch and coffee, and I walk her back to the salon. It’s just across the street, but we take our time like we’ve got miles to go. The short walk is filled with little jokes and soft touches, her hand brushing mine, her shoulder bumping into me playfully. I can't stop looking at her.
Once we reach the salon door, I lean against the frame, not ready to let her go just yet.
“I’ll see you tonight?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
She nods, smiling. “Of course. I’ll bring dessert.”
I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. “See you at home,” I murmur against her cheek.
She pulls back, gives me that soft, teasing grin that wrecks me every time. “Try not to miss me too much.”
Too late.
By the time we finish dinner and devour the dessert she brought—some kind of sinful chocolate creation—I pull her into the living room and crank up the salsa music. I’m determined to teach her at least the basic steps.
“Okay, ready?” I ask, holding out my hands.
Eva eyes me like I just asked her to perform brain surgery. “I already told you, I’m terrible at this.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I say, smirking. “Come on, mi amor. It’s just uno, dos, tres… then back. Easy.”
It’s not easy. Not for her. She steps on my foot twice, spins the wrong way, and somehow ends up laughing so hard she’s wiping tears from her eyes.
“This is a disaster,” she says between gasps.
“No, this is fun,” I say, laughing with her. “You’re just… rhythmically challenged.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Oh, you want rhythm?”
“I do,” I say, smirking. “But I think we need a different kind of rhythm.”
I pull away and walk over to the speaker, grabbing my phone. “Let’s upgrade from salsa to something with a little more... bite.”
She tilts her head, curious. “What are you doing?”
I scroll through my playlist and tap the screen. A second later, the unmistakable beat ofSexy Movimientoby Wisin & Yandel pulses through the room.
Her eyes light up. “Now we’re talking.”
I toss my phone on the counter, grab her hand, and pull her close with a wicked grin. “Let’s see if you remember what I taught you last time we danced to reggaetón.”
She turns around, hips already moving like she was born for this beat. I step behind her and pull her into me, hands finding her waist naturally like they’ve been doing it forever. We fall into sync without effort, bodies moving to the music like it’s just another language we both speak.
Only this time, I get to touch her. I get to kiss her.
My mouth finds the soft skin of her neck as we move together, and then I lean in to sing low in her ear, “Tienes un cuerpo brutal y todos los hombres desearían tocar…”
She lets out a breathless laugh, her body still moving against mine. “Translation, please?”
Spinning her to face me, my hand on the small of her back, eyes locked on hers. “You have an amazing body… and every man would want to touch it.”
Her smile lights up her whole face, and I press my forehead to hers, whispering, “I love your body, mi amor. And I can’t get enough of you.”
She bites her lip, eyes sparkling. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
