I woke up the next morning to the strong smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. When I was preparing to come on this trip I read that breakfast is really small in Spain. Usually only a cup of café con leche and a small snack.

I pulled the covers off of my body and grabbed an old t-shirt and shorts. Maria knocked on my door.

"Buenos dias, Isabel!" She ran over to my dresser and noticed a small box on top of it. "A package?"

"Well, sort of. My mother made me a little box filled with blank envelopes, paper and pens so that I can write home. All I need is stamps."

"Hmm… we can get some later today because you and I are going into town." She grinned widely.

"We are?" She nodded and I shrugged, "Okay." Maria left my room so that I could change. I went to the stone-floored patio where the Acostas were sitting around a rectangular table. There was a pot of espresso in the middle of the table, a jug of heavy cream, and a plate of churros.

It was all so delicious, but the coffee was stronger than anything that I had ever had before. Very strong.

"Isabel, are you alright?" Maria asked whiling I tried to stop coughing from the taste.

"Yeah, I mean yes. Yes, I'm fine." I smiled, sitting my cup down on the table.

"So, Isabel, I hear Maria is taking you shopping today." Senora Acosta passed the plate of churros towards me.

"Is that where we are going?" I looked to Maria. Shopping was never really my thing. Don't get me wrong, I do like clothes and I want to dress fashionably, but I didn't like walking around to different stores trying everything on. Senora Acosta grabbed her husband's hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it tightly.

"Well, you haven't been shopping until you've gone with an Acosta. Acosta's are the original shop till you drop-ers, as they say in America." Who says that? Not me. "The outdoor market is Maria's favorite. You will enjoy." I shrugged slightly as I bit into my churro.

An hour later we were on our way to the street market. There were dozens of booths with bright colored fabrics, shiny gemstones and knick-knacks. Maria was gushing over a red and orange hand-woven scarf when I heard a voice behind me.

"You're not really into shopping, are you, Pate?" I turned to see Ramon leaning against a pillar holding up the clothing stand.

"Not really." I sighed.

"That's hot. I don't fancy having to carry shopping bags all day for a girl anyways." Ramon scratched at hair on his chin. "So, Pate, you got plans tonight?"

"Why are you calling me Pate? My name is Isabel." Ramon smirked.

"Because you're a patriot. An American." I rolled my eyes.

"Classifying me? That's funny because I could classify you in about half a second. You think you're cool with your ragged clothes and smooth talking. I've got news for you, girls don't end up with guys like you."

"Ah, but they dream about guys like me. They wish for a dark, brooding man to come steal them away from their prim and perfect lives. All girls want the bad boy."

"Not all." I heard Maria walk up and announce her presence. "You can leave now."

Ramon pursed his lips and nodded as he headed off to a group of guys by the promenade. They seemed to dress and act exactly like him, but he still stood out from them. Like he was the extra bad boy.

"Isabel, you can tell him to leave, you know? You don't have to listen to him talk." She handed the booth owner some money.

"I know."

Maria and I walked around to a few more booths before heading to lunch. I bought a charm necklace that had varied flowers strung on it. A rose, peony, a daisy, lily, and a lotus blossom. We spent the day comparing our cultures and customs and headed home for dinner. Senora Acosta made lamb kabobs, brown rice and black beans, all of which was delicious.

After dinner we had all gone outside to swim in the Acosta's pool, but they only stayed for a little while. I told Maria about how I like to swim laps and so she let me have some time to myself. I regretted that decision as soon as I heard the name 'Pate' being called from the pool gate.

"What do you want, Ramon?" I said getting out of pool.

"In short? You. The beautiful, sexy and luxurious American." He grinned as he hopped over the short gate; as if he's too good to work a simple latch. "I see you like to swim."

"I do. But I am done now."

"Aw, but I was hoping for some company." Ramon said persuasively as he pulled his white shirt over his head.

"No, thank you." I started to walk towards the house when he grabbed my arms.

"I think you wanted company too, Pate."

"I did not and do not want company. Please let me go." I struggled trying to free myself from his grip when I saw his eyes get wide, like he had just came up with a brilliant plan. Suddenly, my feet were off the ground and my body was in mid-air, falling into the pool. When I surfaced I saw that Ramon had jumped in after me, without his jeans any longer on. I was now in the pool with Ramon who was wearing only boxer shorts.

"I see you're excited to see me again, Pate." Ramon gestured towards me. I covered my chest with my hands.

"No, I'm just cold, no thanks to you."

"Let me make you warm then." He said as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me feverishly. I knew I should break off from the kiss, but I strong part of me didn't want it to end, so I didn't let it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, and deepening the kiss. There was something exotic and passionate about making out with Ramon. For months all I could think about was Conrad, and even occasionally Jeremiah, but it felt like all of that washed away when Ramon's lips touched mine.

Ramon tried sliding his hands down to my waist, but I caught on to his plan before he could execute it. "Nuh-uh-uh. Not so fast. I want dinner first." I demanded confidently. It felt empowering to say those words, like I was the boss. I had seen people do this kind of thing in movies before and I knew that with just a few boundaries I could make Ramon want me even more. I saw the look in his eyes that proved me right.

"Alright. Tomorrow. Sencillo's. I'll pick you up at the end of the street at seven. Wear something tight fitting." He smirked.

I climbed out of the pool and got ready for bed. It was excited to have a guy say that he wanted me to wear something sexy, but him demanding that made me feel like I wasn't in as much control as I thought I was. That's all going to change though.

I am determined to make a guy fall for me. Not the other way around. And not with Conrad.


So I haven't really updated this, well, ever, but tell what you guys think of this story. Is this storyline interesting to you? Should I continue to write it or maybe trash it for another?

Please rate and review!