Page 45 of Midnight Surrender to the Spaniard

She did so, and he pumped a generous dollop onto her palm. ‘Left shoulder.’ He watched as she rubbed it in. ‘And left side of your neck.’

A beach waiter came and Sebastián ordered iced water and lime for himself. Then the waiter glanced to Anna.

‘I’ve got mine, thanks.’

Sebastián looked at her plastic water bottle, practically coming to a boil in the sun, and changed his order.

‘Two iced waters with lime, and a plate of fruit.’ As the waiter walked off, he interrupted her before she could protest. ‘You can save your hot water for emergencies.’

‘Why are you so arrogant?’

‘I’m really not.’

‘Oh, you really are,’ Anna said, and rolled over.

She tried to focus on her book, the same gritty biography she’d attempted to read on the plane—but it was impossible to get through a single paragraph with the presence of the demi-god by her side.

Their water came, and it was icy and delicious and served with the most gorgeous fruit platter she had ever seen.

‘Have some,’ he said as he bit into a slice of bright pink watermelon that had Anna’s mouth watering.

But although tempted, she knew there was sand and unabsorbed sunblock on her fingers.

‘No, thank you.’

She went back to her book, but still couldn’t concentrate. She was just so impossibly aware of the man next to her and trying hard not to reveal it.

‘Why are we fighting over fruit and water?’ he asked, and she looked over.

‘And sunblock,’ she added curtly.

‘Yes, and sunblock,’ he snapped back. ‘Seriously, Anna, I get that you would prefer not to be here in Puerto Banús—’

‘It’s not that!’

‘Okay. Then I get that it’s awkward for you. But please—let it go. It’s a glass of water.’

‘It’s not the water.’

‘Then what? Didn’t I apologise adequately?’

She closed her eyes and let out a huff of frustration.

‘Because we are still fighting and I don’t get why.’

‘I’m not fighting.’

‘You are.’

She stared at the blurred words on the page of her book and knew he was right.

She was fighting their attraction—playing some odd whack-a-mole game with her senses.

And now Sebastián thought she was being petty by not eating the fruit that of course she wanted...

She sat up and tried to pretend that the man beside her didn’t affect her, but she saw the gorgeous hair on his thighs, and knew how they felt against hers... She tried to squash down that memory.

He saw she was eating and sat up.

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