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Short chapters but they'll come quickly.

FIVE (OR SIX) YEARS AGO

Sam eyed the Spanish to English dictionary before him, mumbling words that he didn't know under his breath before continuing his meal. It was damned good, and Sam pondered what exactly was in it while chewing slowly.

While he studied his next bite of eggs (?), grits (?)... something, a commotion erupted near the entrance of the room he was eating in. Peruvian police barged into the large dining area of the inn and Sam stiffened underneath his white button up.

The blonde waved the man at the bar over and stuttered out a "¿Que pasa?"

"There was a heist somewhere around here. I speak English by the way," the man smirked. "They're looking for tourists who happen to be traveling alone. Kinda like you."

Shit.

Putting on his sunglasses, Sam ran his fingers through his hair and tried to avoid eye contact with the armed men scouring the restaurant. The door opened again but with a lot less noise surrounding the persons entrance.

And Sam forgot how to breathe.

SM

She needed to move faster.

Mercedes could already hear the sirens and the guns cocking, full of bullets with her name on them.

Her sandals wouldn't take her where she needed to go fast enough and if she hiked up the skirt of her white sundress to run toward the inn that she was put up in, the gun in her garter would have become visible.

So she walked. Slowly and confidently as if she weren't on the run. She opened the door of the inn's dining area that she frequented during her time in Lima and saw even more of what she was running from.

Shit.

She knew what the cops and armed government officials were looking for so she glanced toward the bar for an alibi.

And boy did she find it.

He had been staring at her before she even looked his way. His sunglasses had started to slip down his face and she found herself staring into the greenest eyes she had ever seen. Just his stare made her world tilt on its axis. Her eyes moved to study the rest of his face and it was beautiful. From his messy blond hair, to his jaw, to his chin, to the furrow between his brows.

But those lips.

He kept licking them as if the action was going to help him escape his current situation.

It didn't.

The police in the restaurant began moving towards them, and she assumed they were still looking for single tourists. So she acted quickly.

"¡Mi amor!" she exclaimed as she sauntered toward the man. He looked at her confused, as if to say, 'Is she talking to me?'

She answered his silent question with a nod and a smirk as she continued to walk toward him moving faster and faster as she got closer. When she was twenty feet away she was almost running and when she finally reached him, the man seemed to have caught her drift and literally caught her in his arms, spinning her around and making a big show out of his actions.

Good.

He carried her to a room where she assumed he was staying, closed the door, and set her on her feet.

Good.

"Thanks," giggled Mercedes.

The man, still trying to catch himself after all that spinning simply waved her acknowledgement away.

When he could finally stand up straight, he stuck out his hand with long, pale fingers attached to it and stated, "Sam."

"Mercedes," she said quietly as she reached out and shook the hand offered.

With the small contact, Mercedes felt fire. The conflagration started in her fingertips and it traveled through her body swirling around in her abdomen and rushing to the tips of her toenails. She looked back into his eyes that had been on her for as long as their hands had been touching and could immediately tell the he felt it too.

Where had this flame been when he was carrying her about?

It shocked her, but she loved the warm feeling that was taking place inside of her.

And they kept the others hand in theirs, not wanting their fire to go out quite yet.

SM

Sam wanted to feel her brown skin on his all the time. He was addicted. So when they found themselves at what seemed to be a block party, and there was a makeshift stage that Mercedes, or Mercy (the name was reserved for him in the first thirty minutes of their meeting), just had to sing on, he reluctantly removed his hand from hers and watched her ass as she moved to the stage.

The twinkle lights above the stage made her skin glow and he felt this tightening in his chest that he had never experienced before.

The music started and she began to croon in the sweetest voice he'd ever heard. When he asked her later where she'd learned the song, she told him that it was sung on the street when she was sight seeing around Lima, and it had been stuck in her head ever since.

She was lost in the music, singing the Spanish tune expertly, as if it was written for her voice. When the song ended, she ducked her head at the thunderous applause and exited the stage quickly.

Sam looked at her, stunned, as she returned to the table. She was amazing and she had him eating out of the palm of her hand in less than twelve hours together.

She didn't get the opportunity to sit down before the musicians began to play an upbeat song.

"Buzzing like,
Neon lights,
Can you feel my love?"

"So she can sing, but can she dance?" inquired Sam as he pulled her to the dance floor.

They danced for a while. Pressed up against each other so an outsider couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. Intimate brushes of skin made the air around them thick. She would put her back to his front and grind, causing his manhood to spring to life. She did it again and again until he turned her around and brushed his lips softly against hers. Again and again until she couldn't take his teasing and crashed his lips into hers.

They moved themselves over to the table they were sitting at before, still attached at the mouth. He sat down and grabbed her thigh, making her straddle him. They kissed and kissed until he was tired of just her lips and wondered what the inside of her mouth tasted like.

Butterscotch.

And later vodka, because Sam and Mercedes ran out of breath and began pouring the liquid straight into her mouth. The drink fogged her vision but not her judgement, because when he asked her back to his room, she said yes.

When he asked her to take off her clothes, she said yes.

When he asked her to come, she said yes.

And, "YES!"

And, "Yessssssssssss."

Song used- Neon lights by Natasha Bedingfield