Celestine's POV"Lorenzo?" A voice calls out from behind us and I turn around to find a beautiful blond-haired girl walking over to us."Hey, Kendra," Lorenzo greets when she gets to us. She hugs Lorenzo and I'm left standing there, shifting from one foot to the other as I watch the two of them hug out. They pull away and turn to face me.Lorenzo speaks, "Celestine, this is Kendra, a friend of mine." Then he turns to her. "Kendra, this is Celestine, she's my uhm..." He looks helpless as he tries to find the word to describe our weird relationship and I don't think ex-girlfriend/soon-to-be stepsister/ fuck buddy will do."I'm his friend," I say, cutting in and saving Lorenzo who throws a grateful look my way. Time to find my escape route. "I'll go get that water and leave you two to talk." I point over to the vendor stand and start heading there before another word gets out.I pay for the bottle of water, stand beside the shop and uncap it. Taking a few sips, I watch Lorenzo and Kendr

Lorenzo's POVAir flows in and out of my lungs in heavy breaths as I eat up the distance between us in fast long strides. James isn't an asshole. In fact, he is one of my close friends- that's when he isn't talking- but seeing his hands wrapped around Celestine's waist makes me livid and like a raging bull, all I see is red.I'm fucking Lorenzo Ademaro. I don't chase women. As conceited as it may seem, getting women to notice me didn't take much effort. Never once have I found myself chasing after someone who times after time has proven that she doesn't want to be chased by me. Yet I still find myself striding over to them.Both Luke and Celestine are startled as I take hold of Celestine's wrist, effectively interrupting their conversation. "Follow me.""Come on man. I know she's your sister but just give her a break." His hand close around her arm, the same one I'm holding onto and I glare at it, wishing it to burst into flames."Just stay out of it, ok?" I brush his hand off hers a

Celestine's POV "You texted me back. You told me I should forget about you. That you just wanted to sleep with me and that there was nothing more you wanted from me. You told me you had just been playing me."Lorenzo lets go of my hands held up against the wall. He staggers back to the opposite wall. "So it was- it was my fault."I drop my hand to my side, my wrists feel raw but I ignore them, walking closer to Lorenzo. Why is he saying it's his fault? "You said your dad confiscated your phone right? It wasn't your fault.""Yeah, sure." He laughs bitterly. "But it has been a year since I left the school he shipped me off to. I could have come back here. I could have come back for you.""You saw me kissing someone else." I don't know why I'm shifting the blame to myself. It wasn't my fault but it wasn't Lorenzo's either. We both aren't to blame for what happened two years ago."But I shouldn't have just walked away when I saw you kissing him. I should have confronted you. I should hav

Celestine's POV Just how hard can it be? I just have to convince my mom to let me spend the last two weeks of my summer holiday with Lorenzo. No biggie. How hard can that be?I head downstairs and into the kitchen to see my mom making breakfast. Standing at the entrance for a minute, I go over my plan again in my head then I walk over to her, leaning on the cabinet beside her. "Good morning, Mom.""Good morning. Hope you slept well." She smiles brightly at me and then goes back to flipping the pancake on the stove."I did. How about you?" I lightly push her aside, nudging her with my shoulder and taking over the frying of the pancakes."I did. Thank you," she mutters, untying her apron and dropping it on the counter. "So mom," I start, placing the last pancakes onto the pile of already fried ones and turn off the stove. "I and Eve with some group of friends were planning to go on a road trip before the summer is over. You know, get a little bit of fun in before the workload starts."

A few days later.Lorenzo's POV I never thought I would be back here. I step inside the beach house with Celestine behind me."It looks the same," I say, taking off my shoes and switching on the light by the wall. The place lights up and everything comes into view; the blue walls, the hardwood floor, the framed seascape wall art, the seashell-adorned mirrors, and the view. Jesus, the view. It's the best thing about the place.Celestine walks past me and opens the door to the balcony overlooking the beach. She leans on the railing, her shoulders tensed. I know her mind is running wide with the impulsive decision we both just took. Personally, I believe in doing something and then facing whatever the outcome may be head-on. Celestine is a different breed from me. I'm sure she's wondering if she took the right step by running away with me for two weeks. I need her to stop thinking.Walking over to her, I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her back to my chest and resting my chin on