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The girls were already up in their rooms and it was already late. I let out a little yawn and he turns to look at me. We had already moved from the pool to the jacuzzi that overlooked the mountains. His contact lenses at this time were somewhere at the bottom of the pool and he was having a hard time seeing as he squinted a few times to get his glass of white wine.

"You're tired?" He asks. His blue eyes squinted in my direction and I allowed for the corners of my lips to turn as I smiled at him.

"A little," I admit. He rubs his right hand on my thigh under the hot bubbling water as he nods quietly.

"Let's go inside," he beckons, removing his hand from my thigh and trying to stand on his feet as smoothly as he could master without his glasses. I missed the touch from the moment his fingers were no longer lingering on my skin, but I stood with him and tried to grab his hand in an attempt to help him.

He shrugs my hand away. "Let me do it on my own." I nod. I don't know what it feels like to depend on glasses to see just to have people around you be so careful as if you can't do it on your own.

He lets out a nervous laugh after taking two steps by himself. "Maybe you can hold my hand now," he tells me.

I rush quickly towards him. "I'm not fragile, Rossita," he whispers.

"Not even a little bit," I tease and he rolls his eyes.

We finally got into the bedroom and a little awkward air entered through the opened window that leads to the balcony. I stood in front of a largely sized bed made just for two as he grabbed for his glasses and put them on.

What now? Are we both going to really sleep in the same bed? Knowing me - I knew from the getgo that this was definitely a bad idea, I wouldn't be able to handle myself knowing he is barely an inch away from me. Just the thought of absorbing his body heat under the blankets already has my body hot and bothered, and I haven't even let it wander to our bodies touching throughout the whole night - maybe I've already let my mind into the gutter and it doesn't want to come out.

"I can sleep downstairs, if it makes you more comfortable," he says, fixing up his sweatpants on his waist.

I realised then that he had moved and made himself at home on the bed. His chest was bare and no inking was in sight - He wasn't at all a bad boy -- he was Gomes.

"Rossita?" He urges.

"Yes," I say abruptly and he stares at me confused through the lenses of his glasses. It wasn't those ridiculise round ones that seemed so off and out of style.

"Should I go?" He asks and I shake my head. I didn't want him being made uncomfortable in his own vacation house.

"Are you going to climb in then?" He moves the blanket to make room for me.

"Let me change into my pajamas first," I tell him. I grab my pajamas from my suitcase in the corner of the room and head to the bathroom. I return already on edge as I find him scrolling through his phone. He puts his phone done as he notices me standing at the edge of the bed.

"And now?" He asks, staring at me.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," I tell him, tucking on my shorts.

"I won't touch you, if that is what you are worried about," he says and I turn to look away.

"It's not you, it's me. I'm not going to lie, I don't have as much willpower to control myself around you as you do me." I stay put beside the bed as he lets out a soft chuckle.

"I thought you were tired," he says amused.

"I am." It wasn't a lie and I could feel myself snoozing off the moment my body hit the bed.

"We'll put pillows in between us. Will that work, Rossita?" I watch as my name rolls across his tongue as he holds my stare.

I slowly nod in affirmation. He grabs the extra three pillows on the bed and places them in between the bed, dividing his side to mine. I climb on my side of the bed and it sanks to my weight.

"Are you comfortable yet?" He asks once I've stopped tossing and turning for a good few minutes.

"Oh, stop it." I turned to my side, facing the pillow wall while he laid on his back.

"Tell me a secret," he whispers, keeping his focus on the ceiling

"What do you mean?"

"You know, something no one else knows about," he states the obvious and I roll my eyes. The lamp light was still on and I watched him from the gap between the pillow wall.

"You still have your glasses on."

"That's not a secret though," he chuckles.

"I know, but why do you still have it on."

"I don't know. I can remove them if you want." He takes his glasses off and puts it next to the lamp table on his side.

"I've read fifty shades of grey," I whisper.

"Really?" He asks, amused.

"All three of them," I admit.

He laughs and I flush.

"So what did you like about them?" He asks intrigued.

"No, no, we are not going into detail," I tell him and he hums in response.

"So...," I trail.

"So?" He questions.

"How long has it been since you've had sex?" I ask and he goes still - or maybe it was all in my head.

"It's been a few months," he admits.

"So when you went to Miami you didn't sleep with her?" I ask.

"This recent trip?" He asks and I'm already annoyed that he responded to my question with his own.

"I haven't slept with her since her last visit." I shift my weight as I remove the pillow so I can see his face. "I am not planning to sleep with her any time soon," he adds after he sees that I wasn't going to comment.

"Any time soon? So that means you plan to in the future?" I ask, my voice barely audible.

"I won't lie to you, but I don't know what the future holds and -"

"I would like to believe that your future has me in it, but I guess we're both not thinking of the same thing," I say, cutting him off. I was very proud at how calm I was approaching this and I know it's far-fetched, but having been around him, I have grown in the way I approach things.

"Rossita, I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Why is that?" I ask. "Tell me," I say persistently after he stayed silent.

"Would you like to see my daughter?" He asks, now laying on his side and staring into my soul. I wasn't expecting him to say that so I took no longer than needed to respond.

"I thought so - she is my future and if you're not willing to see her then how do you expect me to believe we have a future." The more he continued to speak, the more annoyed he got so he stood up from the bed abruptly and grabbed a pillow off the bed.

"Then why are you here with me?" I ask softly as I move to a sitting position.

"I'll be downstairs," he states, leaving with a pillow in one hand.

I stayed up all night, not sure when my eyes gave up on me and I went to bed.