Текст книги "Fraternizing"
Автор книги: C. Brown
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Chapter 22
Cassie
Pouring my heart out to Alex, on the beach, next to a brimming fire, was definitely not what I had in mind for my getaway trip. Some of the things I’d just shared with him were things that my own friends didn’t know. The fact that they came pouring out of my mouth like water somewhat frightened me. I had reached a very critical point in my budding relationship with him, one that I swore I wouldn’t get to so easily again, and the fact that it happened at warp speed shell shocked me. But it also laid some of my demons to rest. Holding that info inside for so long had done some things to me; had hardened me even when I came across as easy going and upbeat. Alex had just wriggled it out of me without much effort, and it showed me that what we had truly was worth working for.
After he kissed me a few more times, telling me everything would be okay and that I was safe with him, he pulled graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows out of his bag. I was interested in seeing what else he had stuffed into that bag, but he wouldn’t show me, telling me that I would find out in due time.
I sat on his lap, a couple of marshmallows on the skewer over the fire. Alex had the crackers and chocolate waiting for me, and after burning them just right, he took them and completed the s’more. The gooey goodness was a scrumptious treat after such a traumatic and emotionally honest session. My past was nothing to be proud of, but Alex made me feel like it didn’t matter. Like I was walking on clouds and that none of it had ever happened.
I finished my s’more, then twisted around to trace Alex’s lips with some of the residual chocolate left on my fingers. He tried to lick it off before I could, our tongues bumping into the other as we fought over the sweet treat. He fingered my hips, lingering on my tattoo.
“What’s the significance of this?”
I stopped his fingers, holding them in place before removing his hand and straddling him, peering into those warm, golden eyes.
“I got this tattoo of a very pretty butterfly I saw flying one day. It was at a park—one of the rare days that I was ever taken to play. My mom’s boyfriend—one of the many who used and abused her over the years—took me to play one day. At the time, I thought he was the greatest guy ever because he was doing something that no one else seemed to do with me. I watched that butterfly all day. The freedom it possessed to fly anywhere it wanted to, whenever it wanted to. It was like a faraway dream for me, and one that I couldn’t see myself ever getting the chance to follow. But when I enlisted in the Corps, I went and got that tattoo. It’s a constant reminder that I’m free and that I’m chasing my own dreams.”
He gazed into my eyes, his lip curving just a bit. “That’s fucking beautiful.”
“You know so much about me, and I know nothing about you. Tell me all about Alex.”
“What do you want to know? I joined the Corps at eighteen, and according to the Marine Corps, I’m now in a morally corrupt relationship with one of my students.”
I hit his chest. “You know what I mean. Your family, your background. I want to know.”
“Okay,” he said, rubbing his chest where I had hit him. “I honestly shouldn’t be in the Corps. I should be locked up somewhere because, as a kid, that’s exactly where I was headed.”
He shifted me on his lap, making us both more comfortable as he geared up to tell his story. “I’m the oldest of two. My dad has been locked up since forever, and it left my mom and my grandma to raise us. I was a shitty kid with too many anger issues, and I fought—a lot. I’d fight kids just for looking at me wrong. I got suspended from school quite a few times, and then my luck caught up with me.”
Something dark went off in his eyes as he swallowed hard, gearing up for what I thought was sure to be heavy. “Some fucking guy who my sister, Adriana, was dating put his hands on her. When she told me, I promised to just teach him a lesson. So I met him at a park, ready to kick his ass. Only, once I started hitting him, I couldn’t stop. He fell to the ground, and I just kept kicking and kicking until he was throwing up blood. His left eye was swollen shut, and he was grasping for air.
“The cops pulled up shortly after, arresting me while the ambulance took him away. I later found out that he was okay, just a couple of broken ribs, a broken nose, and a shut eye, but the judge didn’t go easy on me. I was put in juvenile detention for sixty days and ordered to complete one hundred and fifty hours of community service along with anger management therapy.”
He stopped and closed his eyes, gripping tighter around my waist.
“The sheriff that took me in for community service also kind of served as a mentor, and told me that I needed to straighten my shit out and get my life in order before I became an adult and ended up in prison. He talked to me about the Marine Corps, said he’d served eight years before getting out and thought the discipline and structure would be good for me. I looked up to him, so I let him take me to see a recruiter and the rest is history.”
A couple of tears fell from my eyes. I knew that the Corps was stitched into the fabric that was Alex. But how it came to be was surprising, and even a bit scary.
“Do you regret what you did to that guy?”
“I don’t regret defending my sister, but I do regret letting it go that far. I lost my mind. I couldn’t even see straight.”
“And what about your mom? Your grandma?”
“They were heartbroken, but while my mom was fighting to get me out of juvie and on house arrest, my grandma was telling her to leave me in there. She said I needed to truly learn my lesson or I’d end up like my dad. She couldn’t have been more right.”
“I see now why your loyalty and love for the Corps is so deep—so strong. It saved you.”
“It did.”
I stroked his arm for a minute, silently signaling to him that while his past was a bit devastating, I was still there with him.
“So what’s the deal with Evelyn? I know you didn’t think I forgot about that.”
“Of course not. You females never forget about juicy gossip,” he joked, moving a few strands of hair behind my ear. “Evelyn and I met when I was stationed on the east coast. She was a nice girl, and after running into her a few times, we finally decided to go on a date. Things were going well, but then I was sent back to the west coast and we had to make a choice. She decided to move with me, and after a while here, we decided to get married. She was the doting wife, taking care of home, dinners made, laundry cleaned. She was everything I thought a wife was supposed to be, but I later found out that while I was off in Iraq on my third combat deployment, she had been sleeping with another Marine, spending my money to build a new life with this dude, then had the nerve to accuse me of cheating on her.”
“We were about three weeks from coming home and out on our last mission. I was sidetracked and depressed...so much so that when the ambush hit us, I couldn’t even think straight. By the time I was able to fire my weapon, three of my brothers had already been killed. Another three died in the ensuing firefight.”
He leaned back and pointed to his memorial tattoo. “These are the six that we lost that day.”
“I hope you don’t feel responsible for that,” I said softly, unsure of his lingering feelings on the situation.
“At first I did. But after getting home, therapy, and divorcing Evelyn, I was finally able to reconcile myself with what had happened.” He blew out a deep breath, then rubbed the back of his head. “So this is where Castillo comes in.”
He paused, trying to gauge me, but I gave nothing away. I wanted to hear this part.
“In the midst of my divorce, Evelyn kept trying to get me to work things out with her. I didn’t want to, but I did want to hurt her. I knew Leti had a thing for me, so I started sleeping with her because I knew she would run her mouth and it would get back to Evelyn. Leti got attached, but I hadn’t gotten attached at all. It was just fucking to me. My divorce finalized, Leti and I stopped fucking, stopped talking, and I felt like my life kind of went back to normal. After about three months of pretending the other didn’t exist, she said she missed my friendship and wanted it back. I didn’t see the harm in it, so we went back to being friends. Until you…”
“Until me?”
“Yes. She’s jealous. She’s pissed. So she’s trying to sabotage us.”
I grabbed his face and cradled it in both hands. “I’m not going anywhere. You understand that?”
“You using my saying on me?”
“Yes, I am.”
He moved me from his lap. “Close your eyes for a sec.”
I did as told. A minute later he was sitting next to me whispering, “Open your eyes.”
When I opened them, I caught sight of a small black box in his hands. The flicker of the fire illuminating it and showcasing the velvety exterior. My mind wandered and then went blank. Surely it was much too soon for this?
“It’s not what you think it is,” he said, grinning at me. “It’s too soon for that, but I think this is just as good.”
He’d read my mind.
He opened the box and pulled out a sparkling pair of silver dog tags. My hand went to my chest as a tear rolled down my cheek. For a Marine, and especially Alex, this was significant. Dog tags meant something, and the fact that he was passing his over to me solidified our standing as a couple.
“I can’t take these—“
“Yes you can,” he interrupted. “My regular pair are tied to my boot strings. These are my first pair. I want them around your neck. Over your heart.”
He slid the chain over my head and down my neck, allowing the tags to rest just past my heart. I was overwhelmed.
“When I planned this getaway, I planned every fucking trick in the book to get you to see that I wasn’t the big asshole I showed myself to be—that I really wanted you and that I was just a dumbass who couldn’t think straight. Then last night that song came on and just put everything into perspective.”
“Fall For You?”
“Yes.” He reached behind him and pulled out an acoustic guitar. “I learned a thing or two in juvie. Music kind of helped me focus.”
The next thing I knew, Alex was strumming a very sweet sounding rendition of Fall for Youby Secondhand Serenade while I hummed along. His eyes lowered, but sparks could be felt from miles away. Each chord poured on a new level of adoration, putting me in a place that I never thought I would experience again. In that moment, our getaway felt so much like that butterfly that I had branded on my body. We were caged down in Twentynine, hiding and pretending, lying and dodging. Here, we could be us, and without the pressures of the Corps. Free to fly and be who we were.
He finished the song, and I gave him a small round of applause. His lowered eyes turned sinister. He dropped the guitar and crawled over to me. I felt like an animal waiting to be captured. The end result was sure to be promising.
“Tengo que estar dentro de ti, mi pequena y linda mariposa.”
I giggled as he hovered over me, his eyes burning brighter than the fire raging not too far away from us.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I need to be inside of you, my pretty little butterfly.”
His hushed words and lustful gaze did me in. I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him down with me as I lowered myself onto the sand. His sexy use of Spanish had my libido overflowing.
I couldn’t wait to grant his request.
Chapter 23
Alex
Her tongue took over where mine usually did all of the work. Those soft, petite hands that normally stroked my head were noticeably absent. Replacing them were strong, commanding hands, holding me down to her while her lips and tongue owned me. The leftover chocolate flavor in her mouth plucked my senses, finally making me overrule her, using my own tongue to claim my rightful place as aggressor.
One of my hands reluctantly left her ass and snaked its way up her back, her warm, silk-like skin weakening my resolve. I tugged on the strings and untied her top as she arched her back, my mouth now working its way across her sultry jawline and down her neck.
My lips kissed their way down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to her chest, where my teeth took hold of her bikini top and tugged until her beautiful tits were displayed, primed and ready for me.
I pulled back from her, staring down and whispering. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”
She didn’t answer. Her eyes just rolled back in her head as she lifted her hips, inviting me into her. I sat back on my knees and reached into the bag, pulling out a condom before untying my board shorts and pulling them down. My dick was throbbing, aching to get inside of its sanctuary. She had no idea the effects that her body had on me, calming shot nerves while pleasuring me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.
I worked my way out of my board shorts, not wanting to deal with any sort of restrictions.
I grabbed her hips, gently sliding her down to me, and skimmed the very top of her bikini bottoms, finally hooking my fingers just inside of the hem and pulling down. Elation hit me as I stared down at her beautiful pussy. I grabbed a towel and placed it underneath her, not wanting too much sand to get into crevices that would make her even the slightest bit uncomfortable. I wanted this night to be filled with nothing but absolute pleasure.
I sat between her legs, peering into her beautiful jade hued eyes. “I’m not fucking you tonight. Tonight, I take my time. Tonight I get to knowyou.”
I licked my fingers, sinking one, then two inside her, gently stroking her insides. She moaned, a sound that sent tingles down my back and a shock to my cock. She was so wet, so ready, so wanting. I continued to finger fuck her, then worked my way over her body, reaching down to position my solid erection right at her entrance.
She smiled as her arms wrapped around my neck, then opened her legs a little wider as I slowly sank my waiting cock into her. The slow entrance allowed me to feel her deliciously sweet pussy as her walls clamped down, holding on for dear life. A guttural sound escaped me, truly relishing the feel of her for the first time.
“You’re so fucking tight. It’s like the first time all over again.”
I set to work using slow, rhythmic movements, not wanting her pussy to lose the grip it had on me, making me lose the mesmerizing feeling that was rocketing through my body. Cassie had always been beautiful to me, that was a given, but the tale of her past, coupled with the strength to persevere, sent that beauty to whole new heights. Fucking her just didn’t feel right at the moment. I needed to engulf myself in her. I needed to become one with her.
“You’re like a fucking drug that I can’t get enough of,” I whispered in her ear, still rocking in and out of her as tiny moans and whimpers left her beautiful mouth. “I’m on a high when I’m inside of you that I don’t want to come down from.”
She turned her head slightly, kissing my clenched jawline. The luxurious feel of her pussy had me spoiled—spoiled rotten. I could have laid in there forever with no intention of ever coming out.
“Just a little harder, please,” she moaned. Her wish was my command. I upped the intensity just a bit, still wanting to enjoy the full effect of her sweet spot.
I began nibbling on her ear, lightly tracing the edge with the tip of my tongue. Her hands left my neck and moved to my back, and her nails, although short, dug in as her legs wrapped tightly just below my ass. She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts, our bodies feeling like one as we moved in a synchronized manner. She was beginning to tear away at my soul, making me feel as if I was losing myself inside of her. Low grunts billowed out of me as the feelings became so intense that my legs started to tingle. Her grip on my back grew tighter with each passing second.
“I want on top of you,” she softly whispered.
I rolled us over as I took the bottom and she assumed control from the top. Dusts of sand fell from her body, landing on me as she positioned herself just right. I looked up at her, the fire burning directly behind her and illuminating her frame like the angel that she was to me. She began rolling her hips while thrusting her hands up into her hair and pulling out her ponytail, allowing her long, damp and now wavy hair to drape her shoulders. I reached up with one hand and grabbed one of her tits, my other hand reaching behind and squeezing her ass cheek. My hips continued to move with hers, the building orgasm sure to be explosive and dominating as she continued to pleasure me.
Both of her hands were in her hair, holding on tightly at the root as her eyes closed and she bit down on her bottom lip. I moved both of my hands to her hips, guiding her movements as my release was threatening to come undone.
I’m close, baby,” I breathed, still reveling in the feel of her rocking to and fro on top of me.
“Wait for me,” she moaned, her hands dropping from her head and onto my chest.
“Of course. Ladies first.”
She perched her hands on each pectoral, rolling her hips so that her pussy skimmed my cock, taunting me to lose myself before I absolutely wanted to. I held tight to her hips, moving her pleasing body up and down as I plowed deep into her. Her moans ceased to exist, screams filling the open space.
“Ahhhh…. Ahhhhh…. Omigod, Alex. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.”
“Come, baby,” I rasped, feeling my release coming right along with hers.
A few more thrusts matching the roll of her hips and we came, loud, hard, and hot, the crash of the waves not far from us exaggerating the powerful and explosive release that we both shared. She fell on top of me, her hair shielding our faces as she breathed hard into my ear. My hands now rested on her ass.
“I just made love to someone for the first time in my life,” I told her, moving her hair so that I could get a good look at her after she’d just changed me for the better.
“What?” Shock swept through her face as she sat up and straddled me with my cock still inside of her.
“You just made a real man out of me. I’ve never done that before.”
An apprehensive grin stretched across her mouth. I could tell she was both elated and confused.
“You’ve done something to me, Blondie. Something foreign and weird, but oh so good.”
“Come here.” She motioned with her finger, and I worked hard to sit up with her still on top of me. My abs flexed hard, bulging abs protruding from my midsection as I was finally able to sit up, using her waist as a stronghold. She kissed me—not hard, not soft, but just right. I worked my fingers through her hair, removing it from her face as she pulled away and looked into my eyes. “You don’t even realize how much that means to me.”
I drew her in closer, the side of my face resting up against her chest, holding my dog tags to her heart. I breathed to the drum of her heartbeats, basking in the warmth of the burning fire under the cover of darkness with nothing but tiny specs of light from the millions of brightly lit stars.
It was absolutely true. Even as a married man, I couldn’t recall ever having made love to Evelyn. Our connection just hadn’t reached that deep, and now here I was, ready to turn over the moon for the girl sitting on my lap, occupying my heart. The combination of all of the stars in the sky plus the burning fire directly behind me was no match for the depth and intensity of the love that I had inside of me. Cassie, my little butterfly, had no idea that by setting herself free, she had also done the same for me.
Chapter 24
Cassie
Saturday night was life changing.
So much had been shared. From our pasts, to our bodies, and most meaningful, our hearts and minds. Alex and I had reached a level that I never thought imaginable. He was an amazing fuck, but an even better lover. He took me on a voyage of personal and sexual discovery, with his heart used as the anchor. He opened himself up and laid it all out, and even though neither of us wanted to say it, I felt the love engulfing us like the flames used to light up our night. Alex Cruz transformed me, in more ways than one.
We drove to our hotel shortly after our life altering love making session, going at one another one more time before finally crashing out of sheer exhaustion.
Sunday was non-stop, starting with breakfast in bed, moving on to a sailing trip, and then back to our hotel where Alex had a chef come in and prepare our meal on our outdoor balcony. He strummed a few more songs for me on his guitar before we filled ourselves with one another again and finally went to bed. I took plenty of pictures with my cell phone of the two of us and our many excursions. I needed something as a constant reminder of the open joy that we were actually allowed to have.
I woke up Monday with a pinch of sadness, knowing that our wondrous escape from our dreaded reality was coming to a close. We’d have to head back to base today, leaving behind the beauty of an unrestricted relationship free of bitchy roommates, suffocating rules, and nail biting secrecy. The weekend flew by so quickly, and everything had whizzed by so fast, that I couldn’t completely wrap my mind around it all. The rough and tough bulldog that I saw on a daily basis in cammies, with a permanent scowl attached to his face, was gone. Alex had packed him away and brought out a sweeter, softer guy that I had to get to know all over again. And even though I was in lust with the bulldog, I fell in love with the other one.
We finished breakfast and checked out. Alex walked me out to the truck with his hand glued to my ass, not a care in the world that people were looking at us as we walked by. He opened my door and kissed me before I climbed in, then tipped the valet and went around to his side and took his seat.
He looked over to me before starting up the truck, my dismay at our weekend coming to a close darkening my face.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, rubbing the top of my hand.
I tried to smile, but the sadness of what we were heading back to filled me, making it hard to hide. “I just hate that we have to go back. I wish we could live like this weekend. I hate hiding.”
He sighed. “I feel the same way, but it’s only a couple more weeks.”
Another bout of sadness hit me.
“Yeah. And then at the end of that, I’ll probably be leaving.”
He sat quiet for a minute before raising my hand to his mouth and gently kissing it.
“I’m not thinking about that right now, and neither are you. You understand that?”
I nodded my head. I wish I could have been honest about my answer, but the fact of the matter was that I was thinking about it, and the thought terrified me.
We pulled off, my head resting against the headrest while I gazed out the window, staring at the waves crashing against the shore. It amazed me how unsure I had been about us going into this trip, but left feeling like I couldn’t live without him. Silence filled the truck. I just wasn’t quite sure what to say since my mind was filled with everything Twentynine, and none of it was good. A burning question did finally come to mind, and since nothing else was being said, I decided to go ahead and ask it.
“Where was Jensen the other night?”
“Wherever he needed to be,” he answered in a very monotone voice, tension showing in his forehead. He glanced at me straight faced, then back to the road. “He moved out, and I think we’re all better for it.”
“You two had a fight?”
“We haven’t been seeing eye to eye. It’s for the best.”
My heart constricted. Alex was so close to all of his buddies, and the fact that things had gotten so bad between them that Jensen had to move out tore away at me like crows on a carcass.
“I’m so sorry, Alex.”
He looked over, the scowl now back. “Do not apologize for his shit. If he couldn’t handle us, then that’s hisfucking problem. I’m not going to own his reaction.”
“I know, but—“
“There is no but. Either he’s on our side, or he isn’t. I’ve gone too long without being completely happy, and I’m done with that shit. Dropping the dead weight on the way does nothing but make things easier for me.”
I had no words. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. As much as I wanted to jump for joy, scream from the rooftops, and bask in the glow of our happiness, the black cloud of being a ‘home wrecker hovered over me, raining on my parade.
After only twenty minutes or so of driving, Alex took the Bristol exit, surprising me.
“Do we need gas?” I asked, unsure of where we were headed. He hadn’t mentioned anymore stops for the day.
“Nope. I have one place I want to take you before we head back to hell.”
“What is it?”
“Sit back and relax. You’ll see when we get there.”
He took a few turns, passing shopping centers and a sign that read: Welcome to Santa Anabefore making a left that took us into a residential neighborhood. We passed an abundance of older, single family homes, and Alex pulled up to a nice white one, trimmed in navy blue with two large, navy blue doors. There were cars for as far as the eye could see. My stomach rose to my throat as the realization of where we were hit me.
“Are we at your family home?”
He smiled at me, unbuckling his seat belt before leaning over and unbuckling mine.
“Yes we are.”
I could have fainted. I didn’t think we were ready for this. Everything I had heard from him about his family detailed the immense love and appreciation he had for his mom, sister, and grandmother. If he was going to bring a girl home to meet them, I thought for sure the L word would have been used and cemented before treading such dangerous waters. Tiny beads of sweat instantly coated my hands as my stomach began to twist.
“I’m sharing my life with you. This is a big part of it.”
He hopped out of the truck and came around to my side, opening the door and taking my hand to help me out.
“Don’t be nervous. They’re going to love you.”
He kissed me hard then took me by the hand, shutting the door behind me, and leading us up the paved walkway to the front door. Alex guided me through the house without even knocking. It probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since music was blaring from the backyard and no living soul could be found inside of the house. As we walked through, moving at a brisk pace, I took notice of the homey feel, the family pictures on the wall of a young Alex clear up to adulthood. He looked like he was always an intense guy, and for a second I smiled, catching a glimpse of the little boy that had turned into this remarkable man.
I held tight to his hand as we reached the back door. Seeing the multitude of people sitting, drinking, and partying in the yard made me a bit squeamish. He stopped just before opening the door and looked at me. “You ready?”
“Not really,” I stammered out, feeling my legs tingle and grow weak. He gently kissed my forehead, then held tighter to my hand as he turned the knob and stepped out onto the patio. The earth stopped moving as all eyes swung to the door, landing on Alex and me. The blaring music was the only reminder that a party was going on because by the reaction that our presence elicited, you would have thought the royal couple had just stepped in.
A beautiful, youthful looking woman was the first to step forward. Her caramel complexion, long, luscious, dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and figure to die for had me in awe. She looked like Alex, so I knew she was either his mom or his sister. And the fact that I couldn’t immediately tell made me smile just a bit.
“It’s so good to see you, mijo,” the woman said, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. He let go of my hand, hugging her back and picking her up off the ground. When he placed her back down, she reached up, framing his face in her hands and smiled. “I haven’t seen this handsome face in forever.”
“I know. I’m sorry, Mama.” An accent that I had yet to hear was coming through loud and clear.
“I’m so glad you came. But you didn’t tell me you’d have a guest with you.” Her big, coffee brown eyes swung over to me, appraising me while her mouth curved into a warm smile.
“I know. But I’m so glad that you two get to meet. Mama, this is Cassie Bennett, my girlfriend.”
I reached out my hand for hers, which she completely bypassed and pulled me in for a hug instead. I was caught off guard, a bit taken aback, not expecting such a warm welcoming.
“It’s nice to meet you, Cassie. I’m Imelda, Alejandro’s mom.”
It was so nice to put a face to the name. After everything Alex had told me about him and his childhood, I wasn’t expecting his mother to be such a radiant looking woman. His story was enough to give me grey hairs.
“It’s very nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Cruz.”
“Imelda is fine,” she said, stepping back, a look of pride plastered to her face. “Stay right there. I’m going to get Adriana.”
She took off in a flash. I looked to Alex who had pulled me close, kissing my forehead.
“You tried to give me a heart attack,” I mumbled.
“What do you mean?” he asked, feigning innocence. He knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Bringing me to meet your family. This is something you want to prepare for.”
“Hey,” he said, turning serious, “they see how much you mean to me. They have no choice but to love you.”
Before I could go back at him, Imelda came back with Adriana, a petite young girl, about my age, a shade lighter than Alex with hazel colored eyes, and long, light brown hair. She had a nose ring, a tongue ring, and a few tattoos covering her upper arms. She looked a lot like Alex as well, only less refined. She had a bubbly personality, grinning from ear to ear as she made her way over to us.
“Cassie, this is my daughter, Adriana, Alejandro’s younger sister.”
I once again reached my hand out for hers, which she too bypassed, engulfing me in a fervent hug.
“Alex hasn’t brought a girl home in so long. I didn’t think he was even interested anymore,” she joked, laughing as she pulled away.
“It’s really nice to meet you, Adriana.”
“So how did you and Alex meet?”
I froze for a second, ill prepared to answer that question. Luckily, Alex answered, simultaneously wrapping his arm around my waist.
