Today is David's party at his house.

I know that I'm going to figure out this thing with Paco once and for all.

I know that I'm attracted to him in a way I've never felt with Josh or anyone.

I know I can't continue to push Paco away forever.

Which is why I'm getting drunk at David's house so I can let go of my worries and inhibitions.

"What are you doing?" David asks me

"Drinking."

"That's your third bottle of Vodka."

"I know."

He sighs and shakes his head. "This doesnt have anything to do with Paco, does it?"

Yes but I'm not about to tell him that.

"No, I want to be buzzed." I answer.

I'm feeling the effects already. I'm buzzed and I feel lightheaded.

The party is in full swing.

"Lia, just go out with the guy. You like him."

I shake my head. "I'm going outside."

I walk outside and run into Demetri who I can tell is drunk.

"Hey girl. You look hot." I dont want to be here.

I want to find Paco. David told me he's coming but I don't see him.

"Come upstairs with me."

Like hell I am. I may be buzzed but I know what I want.

"No."

"I won't try anything, I promise." He's slurring his words.

"I'm not going upstairs with you." I say.

"Fine, lets go outside."

He stumbles onto the patio and sits down.

"Come here." My body is buzzing and I'm looking for Paco but I don't see him anywhere.

I sit by him. "You look hot." He leans forward as if to kiss me but I push him away.

"Hey!" I see Paco walking to us. He's wearing jeans and a shirt that is so worn out, it looks like cotton.

Demetri gets up but falls.

"What are you doing here?" Demetri walks to Paco and looks like he wants to fight.

Paco looks like wants to too by his stance. Paco has bigger muscles than Demetri and there's no doubt that Paco would win.

Right when I think they're about to go at it, David comes and grabs Demetri.

"D, I need your help." David is leading him into the house.

"With what?"

"Just...something." He takes him inside and I'm alone with Paco.

Paco is looking at me as if I've betrayed him. "What were you doin' sittin' with that pendejo?"

"I didn't actually sit with him … Okay, I did but …" I sigh. Tonight is not going as I planned. I'm buzzed, and I don't know how to explain that I've been waiting for him this entire time.

I can show him, though. "Follow me."

He hesitates.

"Come on," I say, taking his hand and leading him toward the pool house. I know the key is hidden in the planter.

I take it out and open the door with one thing on my mind: to let go of my inhibitions, figure out what we have and kiss Paco like I did at David's house. This time, we won't be interrupted.

Paco attempts to turn on the light switch, but I put my hand over his.

"Lock the door," I tell him.

He does.

I walk farther into the room. "I didn't want to be with Demetri tonight. You're right, he is a pendejo."

I'm amazed at how fast I picked up the word.

"I didn't like seeing you with him," he says. "I don't think I'd like seein' you with any other guy … besides me."

Right now I have a desperate need to be held by him.

This will be the night where I forget the world and focus on the electricity in the room and Paco.

"Hold me," I say. "Please."

"You're drunk," he says.

"Just a little buzzed, that's all."

"Lia," he whispers as he gets closer. As soon as I feel his body heat I reach out and slowly run my hand down his arm.

"Don't talk," I whisper. If he talks, he might say something to ruin the moment. To be honest, I'm afraid of what he'll say.

Being here, in the dark, makes this surreal. It's like a mixture of fantasy and reality all meshed in one. I'm totally okay with this right now, because this what I need.

If this felt too real, I wouldn't be able to go through with it.

I brush my lips across his face to his ear. "Hold me, like you wanted to back on boat."

David had invited me and Paco to ride on his parents yacht.

David likes going fast and I was gripping the rail so hard that Paco said if I held it any tighter, I would cut off the circulation in my fingers.

He was so close, I could feel his heat and I was tempted to hold him.

"Let me hold you." He said to me.

I wanted him too but I was scared if I did, I wouldn't let go.

I couldn't do that because my parents want me to date an american, a full american.

Not a mexican or a mixed person.

But the problem is, I'm falling in love with Paco and I'm tempted to throw everything away I've been raised up in and live out my deepest wishes and desires.

Which is why I'm doing this.

Because I want to know how it feels, even if it's for one night.

The second he wraps his arms around me, a sweet calmness washes over my entire body. It reminds me of how I feel when I'm breakdancing.

I want this incredible feeling to last forever so I revel in his embrace.

I'm living in the moment, and it feels so amazingly good I never want it to end.

His arms are caressing my back slowly, the warmth of his strong fingers searing my skin through my silky top.

I've pushed him away for so long, but tonight the pressure is off. With renewed determination, I reach up and touch my fingertips to his face.

He pulls back. "You sure about this?"

"Definitely," I say. "Tonight, I want to forget about everything and focus on the now. Like a fantasy. Is that okay?"

"Fantasy, huh?"

"Yeah." I laugh, giddy just being here with him. I'm excited to put my plan into motion. "Just for tonight, let's see what happens."

"And tomorrow?"

Tomorrow?

"I haven't thought that far ahead. I just want to make out with you right now. Do you?"

"That depends."

"On what?" I ask.

He leans forward and kisses the sensitive spot right under my ear, then whispers, "If you want to stop at kissing, or go further."

When he brushes his lips slowly down my neck, I throw my head back and hope he continues to go slow.

I want to favor in the moment.

"That feels so good." I moan as he lets his lips rest on the spot where he can feel my pulse. He kisses the spot lightly. "Keep doing that."

He kisses it again. And again. And again. "Your pulse is racin'," he whispers against my skin.

"No shit, sherlocks," I say, which makes him laugh.

I put my hand on his chest. Through his shirt, I can feel his heart beating hard and fast against my palm. "Yours is, too."

"Mmm," he says before I feel the softness of his warm, wet tongue replace his lips on my pulse.

Whoa. I suddenly get dizzy and grab his shoulders for support. His strong arms lock around me immediately and hold me steady, as if he's more than willing to be my hero tonight.

I want a hero.

It's romantic. The shades are closed and we have total privacy from the chaos outside. A few slashes of dim light between the slats break through the darkness of the room. I don't know if it's the alcohol I drank that's making me want him so much, but I've never felt this way—not even with Josh.

I wish this could last forever.

When his lips sear a path down my neck and he gently pushes the straps of my shirt away to kiss the top of my shoulder, I can't take it anymore.

"If you don't kiss me right now, I'm going to die." I pant.

"I thought you said my tongue action needed work."

"I lied. Want to try again?"

"Oh, yeah," he says. "Real bad."

He hesitates for a split second, but then I feel his palm cup my cheek while his thumb moves back and forth like a soft caress across my lips. I close my eyes and kiss his thumb.

"Does this feel good?" he asks, replacing his thumb with a touch of his lips.

"Yes," I whisper back. My hands weave into his hair.

I must be more than buzzed, because all I can think about when his lips brush against mine is that I wish we could stay like this forever.

A flick of his tongue against my lips makes my breath hitch.

"Let me taste you, mi muñeca." He moans.

I clear my head from all thoughts and inhibitions as my tongue reaches out for his. He's a breath away, waiting for me. When our tongues collide, it's hot and wet and slippery and slow … it feels dirty and sexy and beautiful all at once.

I melt into him as he holds me close. Our mouths are open and tasting each other. I feel like my insides are molten lava as he cups his hands over my butt and urges me closer. I feel him against me, and his obvious bodily reaction to our kiss makes my body ache for his touch.

We're both breathing heavily now. The place has no air-conditioning, and I'm starting to sweat. In one motion, I break our kiss and pull my shirt over my head. I'm standing here in my shorts and my bra.

I take his hand and place it over my bra. His breath catches, and the hot air around us seems even more electrified than before.

His fingers skim the silky satin of my bra and the sensitive skin between my breasts. His hands are skilled and slow. He's teasing me, and I'm breathing harder in anticipation of him pulling the material aside.

Waiting is complete torture.

I can't wait anymore. I reach around and unhook my bra, then let it fall to the floor. I wish I could see his face right now.

"Your turn," I say playfully, then tug on the bottom of his shirt. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

He hesitates again.

"It's okay," I tell him. "We're just having fun. Do you want to have fun?"

Without further hesitation he rips off his shirt and immediately pulls me against him. My breasts crush against his hard, lean body.

While he caresses my bare back and his hands move down to cup my butt again, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his body.

His hands hold me suspended in midair until he carries me to the nearest wall. He presses against my body, holding me against the wall while we grind against each other. His hardness presses against my softness, and I wish we were naked but at the same time I'm glad we're not, because right now I'm not in control. I've lost it, and I have the feeling he has, too.

"Tell me to stop." He groans against my lips.

I don't. I can't. I won't. Instead, I wrap my legs around him tighter, urging him to keep moving. He does.

I bite down hard on his bottom lip when things get too intense, too emotional. My hands are on his hot chest and I can't hold back anymore.

I wrap my arms around him tighter and whimper against his neck. My entire world explodes around me, and the feeling won't stop. Then I feel him grab me tighter while he comes apart in my arms. It's just … wow.

"That was amazing," I say weakly after I come down from the high and catch my breath. "To be honest, I was nervous but today … this was fun wasn't it?"

He tenderly touches my hair, then gently runs his fingers through it. "It was more than fun, chica."

"Yo, Paco." Knock. Knock. Knock. "You in there?"