Boating II
Camila's POV
My pen glides across the paper, the boat stops and I'm finally able to take out my headphones while everyone's else is busy swimming in the ocean - Feta included.
She'd gotten bored with Alejandro- more so the lack of attention he'd given her and joined her friends. Since then, her absence has cleared away all the negativity, and put me in the bestest of moods.
The breeze is beyond amazing, the faint music adds to the beauty of the scene and the man sat across from me completes the perfect picture that is my view.
I glance up from my paper to catch Alejandro stretching out his tense neck and rolling his shoulders back.
I bite down on the back end of my pen and take the moment to shamelessly check him out.
He'd just gotten off a phone call, tossed his glasses away and from the tightness of his jaw and scowl on his face, he wasn't happy.
But when was he ever?
He catches my eye and I send him a soft, calm smile. One that has his face softening slightly.
"Why aren't you going out there?" He shifts and leans farther back into his seat, nodding towards the deck. "You should be enjoying yourself."
I shrug, "I am enjoying myself."
His response comes in the form of a raised brow. But I was infact having a good time, not only was I working on something that made me happy but I was with someone who made me happy.
With a playful roll of my eyes, I get up to make my way towards him.
There's a brief moment where his gaze strays from my face, down my body, and it's long enough for me to see the flash of something other than indifference.
It lingers and I briefly wonder if it's recognition in his eyes, only before I know it, he's looking away.
Had he seen me this morning?
The man eyes me skeptically as I drop down onto the edge of his chair and when he shifts opening up the section next to him, I take that as an invitation to scoot next to him.
I don't push too far though, I keep it as casual as I can. Simply turning my body adjacent to his and laying my head onto his tricep.
He's leaned back facing forward as I lay against him only my body is faced to the side. "What's wrong with your seat?" He asks.
"It's not comfortable." I shift and bring my knees up to perch my music folder in my lap.
He makes no move to push me away, instead, he makes a low hum noise. "And what exactly is the difference between your seat and my identical one?"
I tip my head back with a cheeky grin. "Why, the grumpy old man of course."
He eyes me a moment before lightly shaking his head and returning to his work. I do the same, the typing of his fingers across the keys of his laptop filling the silence.
That is until he's shifting his arm and wrapping it around the lounge chair, forcing my head to fall back onto his chest.
I bite the end of my pen as smile to myself, Alejandro's arm is placed across the back rest and with the way I'm sitting, his fingers lightly brush my knee. He taps them across my skin as he skims through his work and after a while I feel him turn his head and glance down at me. "What are you doing?"
I tilt my head back to peer up at him. "Composing music." Even at this angle he was strikingly handsome.
Alejandro hums, his eyes narrowing and his fingers now tapping on my knee cap. "Don't you need actual instruments to do that?"
"This is a piece I already composed for my school play. I only need to play the notes once to memorise them." I send him a sheepish smile. "Now, it's just a matter of composing them in an order that flows nicely."
"Impressive." He comments, before his eyes fill with mirth. "I guess you're mamá was right, you are a musical nerd." He pokes my side and I squirm.
"If I'm a nerd, you're even worse." I turn my head and glance at his screen. "You're surrounded by pretty girls - me included - and you're sitting here doing boring work." I pretend to drift off and snore loudly.
A low chuckle escapes under his breath, "Maybe you're right." He places a hand atop my head and tilts my head so I'm forced to stare up at him. "But it pays for all this, so stop complaining." And then he lightly taps the side of my thigh with the hand on my knee.
And just as I'm about freak out at how naturally flirtatious of an interaction that was, he's resumed his work.
I can do nothing but try to resume my attention on my music but it's hard to when I'm scuffled up against his firm body.
So strong, warm and welcoming. Not to mention, Alejandro's hand drifts up until his fingers are lightly tracing through pieces of my hair absentmindedly.
It's so calm and tranquil that I can't help the way my mind clears and I drift off, only stirring awake to realise I'm not laying against Alejandro anymore, but across the entire lounge chair.
My confusion clears the moment I feel hands on my ankles and when I trail my eyes down, I'm greeted with the sight of large masculine hands, altering what I presume to be sunscreen on my skin.
Alejandro has yet to notice me and I make no move to move.
I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands applying the lotion all over me. It wasn't sexual, but it was something better, more intimate.
He works his way up to my my knees and then gets to my thighs and I try not to sigh out at the feeling of his rough hands applying the lotion so delicately, but it slips the moment he gets to my hips.
His fingers still before they leave me completely. "You're finally up." Maybe it's the post nap bliss or the way he's keeping his voice low, but heat stirs low in my gut.
I re-open my eyes to connect with his brown ones looking down at me unimpressed. "You've never heard of sunscreen, yes?" I send him a confused look as he holds the bottle of sunscreen towards me. "You're gonna burn without protection."
I rub at my tired eyes. "Can you get my backside?"
He hesitates, I yawn in indifference, still trying to gather my disoriented thoughts until he eventually nods.
I don't waste any time in flipping onto my stomach, and shutting my eyes in an attempt to get back to that blissful state.
It doesn't work.
I'm too hyper focused on his hands as they start at my shoulders, then onto my back. Soft and slow. Only when he gets lower, he stops.
"Done." He clears his throat and I turn my head to the side.
"You missed a whole section." Was he being serious? "I don't wanna walk around with a red ass."
Something between a choke and cough sounds behind me and I turn to blink back at Alejandro. I didn't know what about that sentence had him so flustered but I ignore it the second I feel his hands on my ass.
They weren't as harsh or possessive as I'd like, his movements were rushed. But the feeling his calloused fingers leave behind wracks havoc in my mind.
I'm yet again reminded that despite his gentleness, the man could be rough and demanding, possessive and harsh. But ultimately the man could turn me on with a snap of his fingers and toy with me as he pleased.
And I'd let him because as much as I hated him for it, he'd ruined any other man for me.
"You've had enough sleep, yes?" His stern voice snaps me from my thoughts, yet the thoughts linger in the back of my mind at the sound of his low voice.
"Speaking of sleep." I turn my head to the side while he moves past my ass. I sigh in disappointment. "Where did you go this morning?"
He straightens out, "I had to take a call."
But if he was taking a call, I would've heard his phone ring.
I sit up and turn around, flickering my eyes to him as he diverts his attention to the buttons of his shirt as he begins unbuttoning them.
"Are you sure-" I completely lose all train of thought when he takes off his shirt. Tan, toned skin, his abdomen is taut and tight with muscles.
But when he turns around, flashing me his muscular back and shoulders, my breath hitches. The ridges of muscles that trail down to his arms flex as he pulls the shirt off his arms, and I swallow thickly at the sight.
I'm too busy ogling him to realize he's holding his shirt out to me.
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