Chapter 116


    My lips parted, but as I was ready to speak, someone pushed me, and the words were ripped off my


    tongue. I was shoved further into Aaron’s body, this time front to front. And I immediately felt against


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    me all the hard nes and lean muscles I had witnessed shining under the sun that morning.


    Something beneath my skin quickened, a


    lmost like a zap.


    My body urged me to obliterate thest inch of space between us. It was crazy how much I wanted to


    do that. I felt the urgency in my blood. As if my heart were pumping pure madness across my body.


    Making me reckless. So much so that my arms lifted of their own ord, my hands linking behind


    Aaron’s neck. I watched his eyes widen for just a heartbeat, and then something simmered and red


    in his gaze. That blue ze wiped clean the surprise, recing it with something that looked a lot like


    hunger.


    Everybody else around us was dancing to a beat that my hazy mind seemed to remember from


    something. It was Latin; it was decadent and fun and what summer nights in Spain were usually made


    of. Without really knowing how, my hips started moving. Aaron’s hands shifted to my waist. And we


    were dancing. The memory of doing that with him not so long ago blindsided me for an instant. How


    ironic it was that we’d found ourselves in the same situation so soon after and that we seemed like


    It didn’t make sense.


    But I didn’t care. Not tonight.


    My fingers yed with the short strands of hair in Aaron’s nape as our hips swayed to the Latin beat.


    So soft—his hair was so very soft. Just how I had imagined. I pulled a little on the strands, not knowing


    why. In answer, Aaron’s fingers tightened on my waist, causing my blood to swirl and heat, gathering in


    all kinds of interesting ces.


    Without being able to stop myself, I went up on my tiptoes again, not needing an excuse to examine his


    face closer. He wasn’t frowning or smiling, but there was something about his features that made him


    look different. Unbound. Yes, that was it. There wasn’t a trace at all of that restraint I was so used to


    seeing in him. And to me, that made him look as handsome as he had ever looked.


    Maybe I should tell him.


    My lips parted with the words, and I watched his gaze dip to them. The look in his eyes released a flock


    of butterflies low in my belly.


    “Aaron,” I said, but I was distracted by the way he was looking at me. I didn’t think I was dancing


    anymore. What was I going to say?


    “Do you trust me, Catalina?” he asked me.


    Yes. The answer shed across my mind, but I didn’t voice it. There was something that had


    intercepted the three-letter word. Something I was vaguely aware I needed to remember.


    Aaron’s fingers spread, and his thumbs trailed across the fabric of my blouse. One of them slipped


    beneath the hem. The simple contact sent a wave of pure awareness across my skin.


    “You don’t, not yet,” he said against my ear, and then his lips hovered above my cheek, causing my


    breath to hitch. “But you will trust me; I’ll make sure of it.”


    I … I didn’t think I understood that. Not then and probably not anytime soon. But what did that matter


    when his mouth was so close to mine? When his lips were dancing across my jaw, barely making


    contact, which only drove me crazy. If I moved, if I just tilted my head and—


    A squeal and a handnding on my arm burst whatever thought had formed in my head.


    And the next thing I knew, I was being dragged away from Aaron. Another loud screech hinted at who


    was behind me, pulling at my arm.


    “Lina, nuestra canción!” my sister yelled over the music, stopping us both at a narrow opening, where


    there was some space.


    Our song?


    My ears took the song sting through the speakers as my brain worked out the situation slowly.


    It was impossible not to recognize the beat. How could I not when that infamous video of my sister and


    me dancing to this very same song had been yed over and over at family gatherings and Christmas


    for thest twenty years? Both the music and the choreography were ingrained in my brain forever. “Yo


    Quiero Bar” by Sonia y Selena was ying, and that only meant one thing.


    “Time to pay up!” Gonzalo cheered.


    That was followed by everyone else making as much space as they could around Isabel and me as the


    rest of Team Bride assembled behind us to deliver the payout for losing the Wedding Cup.


    My body came alive with the familiar beat.


    “You’ll pay for this, bridezi,” I yelled over the music as we looked at each other, readying our


    positions to start the infamous choreography.


    “Me?!” she yelled back as we moved our butts in sync. “You’ll thank meter.”


    We swirled with our arms up and then shimmied our way down.


    “What do you mean?” I demanded as we bumped our hips, following through with the stupid dance.


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