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He shakes his head and rolls his neck. “Why didn’t you stop when I called you? You can’t wander off! It’s almost three in the morning, and you’re by yourself in a foreign country.”
His tone sounds patronizing, and with the mood I’m already in, I have no patience to deal with it. Something darker replaces the earlier guilt I was feeling. “I didn’t hear you. And I told Alessio where I was going.”
“Telling Alessio where you’re going doesn’t mean shit. Plus, he’s drunk! You’re lucky I saw you leaving; you shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”
My hands clench as my shoulders stiffen. I can’t decide my future, and I can’t talk to Dean without embarrassing myself, and I can’t stand up to pervs groping me, and I can’t trust my best friend to have my back, and I can’t take a damn walk without supervision. I’m tired ofcan’t.
I snarl through my teeth, “It’s a two-minute straight walk from the club to here. I’m fine.”
“You still can’t just leave. This isn’t like you. And what was that on stage? The Lori I know would never dance on stage.”
The Lori he knows. He means the Lori he thinks isboring.
“It wasn’t like I was naked,” I defend myself, even though I don’t owe Adam or anyone else an explanation. “And even if I was, it wouldn’t matter because I was having fun.”
“You don’t need to change who you are.”
His words are sweet, but he says it in a way that causes my blood to boil. I’ve had enough of his condescending tone. He’s not my dad, and he’s not in charge of me. I’m not changing anything. I was having fun.
“I’m fine,” I say through clenched teeth. “I’m going inside now. Go back to the club.”
Before he can say anything, I turn around and walk the last few feet toward the entrance of the resort. I can feel Adam’s eyes burning into the back of my head until I flash the security guard my wristband and enter the resort.
I don’t care what he says, I wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want to do. Yes, the girls were insistent, but I could have walked away any time. I’m glad I didn’t. There’s nothing wrong with experiencing new things—things I never would’ve done by myself. I laughed and had fun and right until the last few minutes, it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
After letting myself into my room and washing my minimal makeup off in the shower, I slip into my pj’s. The moisturizer Faye keeps taking from my luggage is sitting on her nightstand, so I march over and grab it. I also take back my charcoal nose strips and hairbrush and throw everything back into my luggage before zipping it up. Usually I don’t mind, but right now the thought of her taking my stuff really pisses me off. I slip into bed and close my eyes, hoping that I can get to sleep before my sense of betrayal grows any bigger and won’t let me rest.
FOURTEEN
Night Three of Cuba
Faye
La Cueva was everything I imagined it to be and more. The crowd is young, and the music is amazing. It’s not as big as the clubs I’ve snuck into back home in Toronto, but it’s even better.
It’s a literalcave, and it’s times like these I wish I didn’t always forget my phone at home, or in this case, back at the hotel. The pictures would’ve been so cool.
The lights flash in time with the music as I wave Lori off when she asks me to dance, so she gets pulled into the crowd by Kiara, Priyasha, and Anaya. My plan tonight is in full effect: make Kellan realize he wants me as more than a fling by flirting with his friends and making him jealous. So far, I think it’s working. I’ve been over here laughing with Dylan while pretending I don’t notice Kellan glaring at us from the other side of the bar, instead of listening to whatever my brother’s droning on about.
Kellan looks so good tonight. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve kissed his pouty lips instead of only two days. His button-up navy shirt is unbuttoned enough to hint at his bronzed skin, and under this light, his dark eyes are smoldering.
Even the sharp cut of his jaw seems more noticeable tonight. He looks so perfect and yummy and lickable and maybe I should slow down on the tequila shots.
“Want another shot?” Dylan shouts over the music. “It’s my turn to buy a round.”
“Later,” I shout back as the current song flows into a Maluma song, one that Lori and I always blast in the car and sing along to at the top of our lungs. “I love this song! We should dance!”
Not giving him a second to think about it, I drag Dylan onto the dance floor, letting the music and alcohol flow through me as I move my hips with the beat. He keeps a respectable distance and doesn’t touch me, but dances and sings along with me.
I’m having so much fun I don’t even care that he’s butchering the song with the wrong lyrics. Barely a few verses go by before he ditches me for a pretty girl in a red dress, but I don’t care. I’m having too much fun dancing by myself.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long to get on the dance floor,” says a deep, teasing voice from behind me, almost right in my ear. “You always jump at the chance.”
Kellan’s there, a mischievous smile lighting up his face, and looking as sexy as ever. He’s moving in time with the beat, and I’m almost mesmerized. Kellan isn’t a bad dancer, and he knows it.
“I was waiting for the right song,” I say, ignoring my racing heart as he steps closer to me, still moving with the music.
“Have I told you how good you look tonight? I’ve been trying to give you space, but damn, I just can’t resist,” he says. His eyes send shivers down my spine as they skim over me.
