Katerina “You can be an asshole, if you want to,” I finally say, my voice too loud for my ears in this moment. “I am one too, so I know how to handle you, remember?” He laughs at that, finally laughs, his dark hooded eyes finally lighting up a little. And then we go to the beach and Alejandro grunts and huffs the entire time, but then I see him staring dreamily at the ocean before moving to fix our towels right there on the sand, joking about my complaints for the lack of sun beds. Of course, I am not serious, and neither is he, and somehow the sunny day feels even lighter. We just stay there on the beach, together, talking, like we’ve never talked before, about everything and nothing. About my work at the bank and his struggles with the estate, about his mother. Ana Elena. When he talks about her, sipping from his virgin cocktail, the breeze whipping his hair away from his face, he gets this dreamy, blissful expression and I wonder, for the first time in my life, how it must fee
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