I shook my head wildly. The past two weeks he had sent me all types of flowers with a note that said 'sorry'. Even though the flowers were pretty and I didn't have the heart to throw them away, it took quite a lot of space in the living room and on the kitchen counter.
Last night Reina had to prepare dinner under a huge bouquet of Roses and sunflowers.
"Oh please don't, my apartment look like a botanical garden right now."
He laughed. "So, hug?"
I sighed defeated, "Fine, a hug."
He walked up to me slowly and pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around my small body.
It wasn't like the quick hug Ellie or Rodrigo gave me. This was a real hug. The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end.
I always loved it when guys hugged me like this. For some reasons these hugs were so addictive and I always felt protected. It is the kind of hug I want to feel over and over again.
"Strawberries and whiskey." he murmured as he inhaled the scent of my hair.
I gasped and pushed him off me. "What did you just say?" I asked shocked.
"W-what?" he looked confused at me.
"You said something...”
He shook his head. "I think I got lost in the moment."
"You said strawberries and whiskey." I whispered. The last time I heard someone saying that about me was six years ago.
"What do you know about that?" I whispered again.
He can't be the one, can he?
..........
Marco Vasilios P.O.V
She looked like a goddess in the middle of the room. In her red satin dress she looked like the princess version of red riding hood.
Innocent, sweet, and beautiful.
Ellie ran towards her for a hug and the smile on her face was what I wanted to see every day for the rest of my life. The way her soft red lips lifted upward. The way her teeth are perfectly aligned. The warm glow her happiness gives.
Her smile is a ray of sunshine, and I am a sunburn.
When Ellie released her out of her hug she walked towards us. Her footsteps were light and timid as she slowly approaches us, watching me through her gorgeous blue-green eyes. I can only imagine what might be going through her head. Is she still mad at me?
She hugged Rodrigo and I couldn't help but feel jealous. I feel like her and Rodrigo have a really great bond and I want to have that too. Shit, I want to have more than a really great bond. I wanted her to be mine.
When it was my turn to hug she just extended her hand to me for a handshake. Really? So she's still mad at me.
"Good evening Vasilios." she said extending her hand to me for a handshake. The way my last name came out of her sexy mouth was so perfect to be real.
Since she couldn't come up with a suitable nickname for me - I didn't approve of her choice of nicknames bytheway - she decided to stick with calling me Vasilios even though I told her to just call me Marco.
I looked dumbfounded at her hand. "No hug?" I pouted. I was disappointed to say the least. I thought she already forgave me.
She rolled her eyes.
"I haven't forgiven you yet Vasilios!" she said flatly.
"What?!" I asked, disappointed. I had sent her flowers for two weeks straight and that obviously didn’t work to get her to forgive me.
I just threw her in the water, nothing bad. Except for the fact that the water was freezing cold. I hadn't really thought of that. But it was funny and it was also a good excuse to have her in my arms afterwards so she wouldn't become a human ice cube.
"It has been two weeks and it wasn't so bad pudding."
"It was freezing cold you moron and I don't forgive so easily."
Ah, there's my feisty little pudding.
I raised my eyebrow. "Oh really?" I smirked. "I have sent you so many bouquets the last two weeks. Do you want more so you can forgive me faster?"
She shook her head wildly. "Oh please don't, my apartment look like a botanical garden right now."
I laughed. "So, hug?" I tried again.
She sighed defeated, "Fine, a hug."
I grinned as I walked slowly up to her and pulled her closer to me wrapping my arms around her small body. I felt her head resting on my chest. I buried my face in her hair and inhaled her scent. It brought me back to six years ago.
Strawberries and Whiskey.
She gasped and pushed me off her. "What did you just say?" she asked shocked.
"W-what?" I looked confused at her.
"You said something...”
I shook my head. "I think I got lost in the moment."
"You said strawberries and whiskey." she whispered, and continued "What do you know about that?"
"I told you I got lost in the moment"
I looked at the panic expression on her face and that's when I realized that she knew about it.
She knew about the one night stand.
But why can't she remember me? Or is she just pretending?
……….
Jillian Malik P.O.V
"How's everything at home Tía?" I put my phone on loudspeaker as I was wiping the makeup off my face.
I just returned from Ximena's party when I decided to give aunt Lydia a call. I haven't talked to her and Milan in almost two weeks.
It was two in the morning in New York, but in Barcelona it was already eight in the morning and aunt Lydia and Milan would be awake and have breakfast.
"Everything is alright, how's New York?" Aunt Lydia asked. I heard Milan's voice in the background asking for churros. "No! No Churros first drink your milk."
I chuckled softly as I heard Aunt Lydia talking to Milan. "He still doesn't like milk?" I asked.
When Milan was still a baby he refused to drink milk like other babies. While it took only a couple minutes to feed a baby, it took me a whole half day to feed Milan.
"Oh no, I have to bribe him with churros to drink milk."
I laughed, typical Milan.
"Are you coming for his birthday? He's asking for you."
I nodded, but realized that Aunt Lydia couldn't see me. "Yes, I will. I already told Ximena about it." I said.
"Good." Aunt Lydia said as she let out a breath of relieve. I know that she's happy to finally see me again. "You haven't seen him in two years."