Sebastian's POV
I'm hard as a f*****g rock because of that video. A day has passed, but I can't get it out of my head, and I don't want to look like a creep by asking for more
The video is still playing in my head like a goddamn torture loop.
Aitana’s breathy moan. Tristan’s growl. The way her fingers tangled in his hair as he—
Fuck.
I adjusted myself under the table for the tenth time as I waited for the bus to arrive at the hotel and take me to Ollantaytambo. I still hadn't heard a peep from Matías, which spiked my anxiety. I wanted to return to the US as soon as possible to put everything in order, finally.
I knew Aitana and Tristan would probably take their time in Spain, but f**k! Why did they have to send that video to me?
"I know it is hard, but snap out of it," Azrael grow
