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"You don't have to be sorry," I tell her.
"It's just I'm only here for the week," she says.
I know that this girl is it for me, I just have to figure out how to convince her that we are meant to be, and the rest is something else to figure out. That's when an idea comes to my mind. What if I can convince her to hang out with me during this week, showing her how good we would be together?
Squatting down on one knee to get level with her, I say, "What if I show you around this week?"
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," she says cautiously.
"Come on, we both know it isn't more than this week. It's just fun."
Diana sits there thinking about my words for a moment. I have no idea what thoughts are going through her head. Will she take my offer or totally push me away? Will last night be the only time I'll ever have her? I try hard not to think about that possibility.
When she pushes her sunglasses up on her head and I can see her eyes, I brace myself for rejection. Then she gives me a genuine smile, and hope blooms in my chest. "Only for this week?" she whispers.
"Just this week," I reassure her.
"I guess it would be nice to have my own personal tour guide," she murmurs.
My heart rate picks up with the fact that she's saying yes to my proposition. I was certain she was going to say no. "Really?" I ask, hoping my ears don't deceive me.
"Yeah. It would be fun," she says, leaning back in her lounger, pulling her glasses back down.
"Great," I say, feeling happier than I have in a long time. "I have to get back to work, but give me your phone."
She hands it to me right away and I place my number in under ‘The Hot Lifeguard.’ I then text myself so I'll have her number.
Diana: Hey, hot lifeguard, this is my number.
My phone beeps in my pocket and I check to make sure that I received the number. When I do, I lean over her, muttering, "I'll text you when I get off work."
I don't allow her to respond. I just walk away, giving her a wink as I do, willing myself to go back to work instead of ignoring my responsibilities and diving back into Diana.
Chapter 10
Diana
I could not keep my eyes off of Luca as he walked away. His back muscles rippling in the sun, and his calves flexing with every step he took in the sand. My gaze never left him until he was completely out of sight. I'm not sure what made me take the deal of spending time with him just for the week. Especially when my head kept yelling at me, reminding me of every single reason why the word no should’ve been on the tip of my tongue.
Like the fact that he's seven years younger than me, or how about that he lives here in Mexico and I live in Los Angeles. After talking with Luca last night, he's also still trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life. I don't want to be the reason that he doesn't achieve anything, I would feel guilty. No, I could never do that to someone.
But my heart was just a little bit louder, telling me that I would regret any decision that didn't include spending more time with him. That it would all be worth it. But I'm scared as hell. What if I walk away from all of this and I’m even more confused then I was before I came here.
"Excuse me?" a male voice interrupts me, breaking me from my thoughts. I turn and see a man standing in front of me. He looks familiar, but I can't place my finger on it.
"Yes?" I ask, wondering what this is about.
"Are you Diana?" he asks.
I don't answer, but instead I ask, "Are you a fan?"
"Not really," he starts, making my brows shoot up. He must be able to tell because he tries to correct, "I mean, yes. But we met last night, I'm friends with Luca."
Oh, that's probably why he seems familiar. I only sat with his friends for a few minutes, so it makes sense that I don't quite remember him. Sitting up straighter in my lounger, I place my hand out. "Nice to meet you. What's your name again?"
"Gael," he answers as he takes my hand, shaking it before sitting down on the lounger next to me.
"Do you work here, too?"
