He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me

I might let it happen"

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl

Tonight, I don't wanna be her

My Oh My, Camila Cabello

Z

Time slowed down like in an eighties movie.

He was making direct eye contact with me. There was no mistaking where he was looking, even in the full bar. There was nowhere for me to go.

Unsure of what else to do, I didn't break eye contact and downed every last drop of liquid in my cup. Might as well get the confidence boost from the tequila.

He wasn't unattractive by any stretch; if fact it was quite the opposite. He was about Brian's height, but he didn't have Brian's runner build. He was broad at the shoulders, clearly muscular through his arms and chest. It was showing up under his purple button up. I was quite a fan of guys built like that. His skin was perfect and tanned and he had a nice strong jaw and smirking full lips.

I felt myself flushing from the alcohol and, if I was being honest, another feeling entirely.

"Hi." I greeted lamely when he got to me, unsure of what else I was supposed to do in this situation.

"You seem to need another drink." He tapped the empty cup in my hand without breaking eye contact.

I'd seen Brian try to flirt like that once, with intense eye contact, and I'd always wondered how girls didn't find it creepy. I'd always chalked it up to his baby blues being a tractor beam of hotness. I couldn't blame this working on this guy's blue eyes because his eyes were a beautiful, intelligent dark brown, but it was working all the same.

"California?" I asked him without skipping a beat. His eyebrows went up and he nodded.

"Was it my surfer boy charm that gave it away?" He asked sarcastically. I shrugged.

"Lucky guess," I replied, smiling nervously. I had to fight to keep from touching my hair. That was always my go-to distraction when I got uncomfortable in social situations.

It wasn't really that lucky of a guess, especially since Dom came from California.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked with a smile.

"Sure," I replied. I caught myself right as my finger wrapped around the end of my hair.

I could feel the flush spreading up my face and I had to look away. Unfortunately, I ended up making eye contact with a smiling Dominic Toretto. He shook his head at his friend's flirting, and turned back around to his own beer.

"Is it going to bother your friend that I'm stealing you?" I asked in an attempt at boldness. I cringed internally, thinking I'd gone too far or said the wrong thing when the man chuckled. "I'm guessing that means he's used to it."

He smiled at my teasing and I found a smile pulling at my own lips. His arm wrapped around my lower back as he gently led me to the bar. I had to fight the urge to bristle at the sudden contact; that had been the first time a guy other than Brian and the medical staff had touched me since the incident. The pressure of the hand left my back instantly and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What brings you to Mexico?" I asked to clear the air. He shrugged, waving at the bartender for another round. Everything about his movements screamed casual local. Expat maybe? Just because he knew Toretto didn't mean he was also a criminal.

"A run for the border never hurt anybody." He answered amicably and accurately, torpedoing my not a criminal theory. The bartender shoved our drinks to the end of the bar. I set my empty glass on the bar and he slid me my full one. "What about you?"

"I hated California." I shrugged taking a huge sip. The sweet lime juice and sugar and the strong bite of tequila were a little too much, but that didn't stop me. I was pretty sure the bartender doubled the tequila in this one.

"You're not that far away." He commented as I followed him over to a two-top table that was opening up. We sat down when the other couple left.

"No. I'm not far enough. I considered Alaska to get some more distance, but that much snow just isn't for me, so here I am." I joked.

"Where else was on your list of places to get away from California?" He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

"I don't know. I haven't traveled much. This time, I just decided to pick a place and go. You don't live forever, so you might as well enjoy life while you're here. What about you?"

"I've never been east of the Atlantic." He answered.

"Do you want to?"

"Doesn't everybody?" His words were evasive, but his posture remained so casual and amicable without a trace of arrogance. Despite myself, I was getting curious. He held his cards close to the chest, and I liked that in a man. I hated guys that led with their life story. I'd rather pry it from them detail by detail.

The conversation stalled a little, and I began to feel intensely awkward. I didn't flirt much normally. I had gotten so used to knowing Marcus and what worked that I wasn't sure what to do anymore. Marcus was easy; normally I just walked in whatever room he was in naked. That wouldn't work here. Being naked at the bar would make things even more awkward.

I took a big swig of tequila to try to stop the overthinking.

I wasn't ready for this. I needed to get out of here. I had to get out of here. I couldn't be here with Dominic Toretto. I was a fucking FBI agent. This place wasn't for me. Sexy mysterious outlaws were not good choices.

I was about to make my excuses and leave, which I should have done, but I heard a laugh. It was a deep throaty laugh that carried through the bar over the sound of the people and the music. Honestly, the woman sounded like a lot of fun. My attention was drawn to a brunette with wavy brown hair and crooked smile cutting through the crowd with two beers passing our table. The crowd was parting for her like she owned the place, and with her swagger, I wasn't going to be surprised if she did.

"Letty." My companion said suddenly. Torn from my thoughts, I jerked my head back to him. He pointed towards the woman with his beer. She shot him a knowing smirk as she moved over towards Toretto's table and the seat that my companion had just vacated.

Of course it was. I thought bitterly.

"She seems fun." I finally said to break the silence. I was afraid it would sound bitchy and jealous, but I genuinely meant it. Anyone that would jump from a car onto a semi-truck and hijack it was probably a party.

"How long has it been since you've had fun?" His voice was flat and even without the teasing tone he had earlier. He was actually seriously asking me.

"I don't know. I guess that's why I came to Mexico." I answered honestly.

I tried to make it less pathetic with a laugh, but I was feeling drunk and I wasn't sure how great of an actress I was. It didn't help that this guy seemed to be stupidly perceptive. He seemed to be drinking everything in in a way that was frankly off-putting. I'd caught him staring at my cleavage a time or two and honestly, I was more comfortable with that than the way his eyes were searching my face.

"Maybe I can show you some fun while you're here." He pressed on with that flirty smile.

"I don't know. I'm not that easy to impress." I informed him and instantly cringed.

Brian had been informing me that my intensity was a massive turn off, but this guy leaned into it. Literally. I could feel the amusement radiating off of him as he propped up on his elbows on the tabletop with his beer held carelessly in one hand. He stared me down across the table like I was the only person in the room. I got a big deep breath of his cologne and I found myself leaning in like he was pulling me with a string.

"I've always liked a challenge." His voice sent a shiver down my spine and made my heart hammer in my chest.

I needed to get out of here fast. The alcohol was going straight to my brain and I was not going to be much of a challenge if I had anymore. I couldn't be here. He was a member of Dominic Toretto's team. I was going to murder my career if anyone found out I was talking to him and didn't report it.

A smirk pulled at his full lips again.

Fuck my career. It wasn't doing much for me right now; I might as well have a little fun.

"I'm Han." He finally said.

In that moment, I realized why being undercover could be so much fun. I was in a bar far from home with known criminals that didn't know me or my story. I could be whoever I wanted to be. That uptight, ambitious career woman? Gone. I was now someone who could relax, who didn't have every second planned, and did things because she wanted to, not because it led towards a greater goal. I wasn't a woman running from her problems. I was now a woman taking control of her life by deciding to seize the day and live.

"I'm Anna."

"Anna." He said my name experimentally and I felt my face flush again. "What do you say we get out of here?"

A laugh bubbled up in my throat. I couldn't do that. I might be able to pretend to be a new person to be while I was on vacation, but I was still a damn FBI agent. He was lucky I wasn't calling Penning from the bathroom.

Right?

If Han was sensing my hesitation, he didn't let it bother him. His eyes drifted back to my cleavage and then back up to my face. His lopsided smile showed even more of his perfect white teeth.

Oh God, I'm in trouble.

Z

I have lost my damn mind.

Han's arms were snuggly around my waist as we made out against my villa door. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that I was starting to really think about what could happen once we were inside, but either way, I was enjoying the feeling. I felt giddy for the first time in a long time. Butterflies were gnawing at my stomach, and my heart was hammering in my chest.

It was probably the alcohol. It definitely wasn't intelligent thought that was making me feel this way.

When he asked me if I wanted to leave, I had promptly informed him that I was going home alone tonight, even though my head immediately went to the possibility of going home together. Nonplussed, he shrugged and told me the least he could do was drive me home.

He was confident, not the least bit deterred, and I liked it. I guess that's why I let him lead me away from the bar.

If I were sober, I probably would have been terrified, but I was excited by the possibility of sex and pretty comfortable in the knowledge that Toretto's crew was known for thievery. He seemed to keep them in line with everything else. Brian had even told me as much on the rare times I could pry something about Toretto out of him.

Han had waved goodbye to Toretto, who was thoroughly engrossed in a conversation with Letty. He was staring at her like she was the sun, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of man he actually was. He wasn't at all what I had pictured him to be, even with my extensive study into every scrap of FBI information on him.

I forgot about Dom as soon as we got in Han's pristine grey Plymouth Road Runner and made the trip home. I had a lot of other things to think about once his hand started sliding up my thigh on the beach road in the moonlight. The fact that we weren't in the back seat was kind of a miracle.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" I asked against his mouth in between kisses.

His mouth migrated up my jaw, planting kisses the entire way. My knees went weak, and he took advantage. He pulled me even closer and started sliding one of his hands up my back.

"I thought I'd make you breakfast." He murmured softly.

I chuckled, about to tell him to get lost for the night when that hand started moving again, migrating around to the front of my dress, and slowly moving up onto my breast. He knew what he was doing with his hands. His mouth went back to my neck.

"Holy fuck." I accidentally said out loud. He moved at an almost lazy speed like we had all the time in the world. He was clearly feeling me out, watching my reaction to everything, and it was all working. It was driving me crazy.

"Still going home alone?" He asked. My racing heart managed to pick up speed.

Was I? Because the only thing between us and the bed was the door.

"Breakfast, huh?" I asked saucily.

It was apparently the cue he'd been waiting for because his grip around my waist tightened, and his lips crashed back onto my mouth. I let him for a second before I pulled away.

"Where am I meeting you?" I asked breathlessly in what I hoped was a coy fashion. Really, I was flushed and out of air and desperate to get back to what we were doing, but this time on the other side of the door.

His eyebrows up, before his smirk returned. He liked the game. So did I. I could wait.

"I'll pick you up?" He offered, sneaking in a few more kisses.

"Not before nine," I whispered before kissing him one last time. I let my teeth catch his lips as I broke it off to open my villa door.

"Good night, Anna." He called. He looked so good standing there with his thick, dark hair messed up from my fingers.

"Good night!" I yelled over my shoulder before I let the door close behind me.

I took a second to catch my breath, waiting until I heard the engine of the Road Runner turn over. The roar slowly faded away in the distance.

The last time I had been this breathless was when I had a panic attack on my first day home in the shower because I slipped a little on the bottom of the slick tub. Apparently, my body still remembered being thrown down the stairs because that millisecond of feeling like I might fall triggered ten minutes of sobbing and not being able to feel my limbs,

I frowned as I kicked off my shoes.

I was struggling to remember what it felt like to be strong and confident. All I could remember were the days of being a terrified and lonely little kid. I couldn't remember the good in life very well right now.

The good news was, for the moment, none of that existed because I was a new person in Mexico. I could be whoever I wanted here. New place, new start. I'd worry about the details late.

I pulled my dress off over my head and tossed it over a chair in the corner of the bedroom before crawling under the covers. The sheets had that crisp, overly starched feeling of hotel sheets that I hated, but I didn't think it was going to bother me.

I was too tired to dream, which was something that I needed. I also had a feeling this date was something I needed. It was time to live again.