My breath hitched as I clicked on Joel's Instagram story. He uploaded something about me again but, this time it wasn't as direct. Not that anyone who saw it wouldn't know exactly what he was talking about.
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"Clara's going to get mad," I shouted. He was in the bathroom and I was getting ready for Yoandri's 21st birthday party. He landed in Miami in the morning but, we still hadn't been able to see him because Joel had rehearsals for PJ's.
Before he could respond his phone started ringing and I heard him say, "fine. It's just annoying," and then silence. I reloaded his Instagram page and the post wasn't there anymore. "You were right. She told me to take it down," he shouted. I sucked my cheeks in as I applied contour. I heard the water running as in inspected my face. He liked to take long showers so I was definitely going to be ready by the time he got out.
Okay so, I started this book off as she was going to start her college life. It's been 2 years so now Joel's 20. So now let's say she's going to go into her 3rd year of college. And she's 20 too. Eventually, when I go over and revise and edit the book completely I will make it so that this is obvious. But, yeah just wanted to make that clear.
I grabbed some pieces of clothing from my suitcase and dumped them on our hotel bed. For over 15 minutes, I tried on different outfits. I made a huge mess and I was frustrated because I couldn't seem to find the right thing. I heard him turn off the water and I got even more annoyed at myself because I just wanted to be ready by the time he had finished showering. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He stared at me as I sat with a pile of clothes surrounding me. "Why the down face, baby?" He questioned as he tried shaking the excess water out of his hair.
"I don't have anything to wear," I pouted.
"Then what's all of this?" He laughed lightly pointing at the mess I made.
"But, I don't look good in any of it," my pout still remaining on my face.
"Preciosa," he said lifting my chin. "You would look good in a freaking paper bag," he declared. He said those types of statements with so much certainty it made me truly believe him.
"I love you," I smiled lightly pecking his lips.
"I know," he smirked. I gave him a look and he laughed a big laugh.
"Help me choose something," I insisted.
"Let's see what we have here," he said picking at my clothes. He ended up deciding on a basic black lace bodysuit that exposed almost my entire back. And some tight ripped light washed jeans.
"Basic but cute," I said admiring his choice. I decided on some rosy pink open toe heels. I quickly changed and he whistled in admiration.
"You look hot," he said kissing my neck. "You wore lip gloss," he protested.
"Sorry buddy," I said patting his face. He hated when I wore lipgloss because he didn't like the texture of it. "Thank you though," I smiled.
"You're not leaving my sight tonight," he growled.
