Capítulo 49: Chapter 49: Tacos and Tequila

Music. Dancing. Tacos and Tequila.

Who knew that Damian was a man who enjoyed such pleasures?

Round and round, he spun me in circles. The laughter that emitted from me wasn’t something I had heard in so long, and every time he pulled me close to him I couldn’t help but wonder who the man before me was.

This wasn’t the same Damian I had met so many months before. This Damian was actually fun.

“I can’t–” I laughed, holding my side, “I need to sit down.”

Pulling away from him, I moved back towards our table away from the crowd of people who still lined the dance floor. Mexico was more than I expected, and between the music and food, I found myself not wanting to go home.

I could understand why James had come here to get away.

One could really lose themselves within the culture of this place.

“Don’t tell me you’re already partied out.” Damian replied, taking a seat next to me.

“Me?” I scoffed, “never.”