FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN

CATHERINA

I kept pondering on Andres’ words to me and the fact that he was correct; I was a slut who was pining after her own sister’s husband to be and instead of feeling shame, I was fully aroused by his actions during lunch. I could still see it as clear as day, that erotic grab of his middle and the thought of how I had wished it was my hand making that grab came unbidden to my head.

After the food, I had excused myself and fled the presence of the overpowering man before I did something as stupid as touching him. My whole body tingled with self- awareness as I sat close to him and when he slid his shirt up to reveal inked arm, my breath hitched in my throat. It was a snake tattoo; the one I had so desperately been trying to look at the other day and I wondered just how long the snake was. It looked as fierce as its bearer, dangerous and oddly compelling.

My Abuela had a lot of questions to ask him and he answered her politely while I stared at the movement of his lips won