Music. Dancing. Tacos and Tequila.
Who knew that Damian was a man who enjoyed such pleasures?
Round and round, he spun me in circles. The laughter that emitted from me wasn't something I had heard in so long, and every time he pulled me close to him I couldn't help but wonder who the man before me was.
This wasn't the same Damian I had met so many months before. This Damian was actually fun.
“I can't–" I laughed, holding my side, “I need to sit down."
Pulling away from him, I moved back towards our table away from the crowd of people who still lined the dance floor. Mexico was more than I expected, and between the music and food, I found myself not wanting to go home.
I could understand why James had come here to get away.
One could really lose themselves within the culture of this
