Chapter 3
Buck naked and dripping wet, Joaquin and I scurried to shore and across the beach, taking care to collect our empty bottles. We were on our knees in the sand for several minutes before he found the key with a little squeal of triumph and we tumbled through the gate.
“This right here is why I’m going home,” I exclaimed as we skulked up the garden path back to the villa. “He’s always so f*****g crazy-making!”
“Don’t go.”
“Why not? He only wants me here to want him. God, at this point I’m more afraid of winning his stupid contest and being stuck with him…”
Joaquin grabbed my hand. He pulled me behind a tree and stood, unclothed, unselfconscious, and fully unfurled. “Forget about Colin,” he said. “Stay for me.”
I promised him nothing. I did promise myself, however, that if I st
