26. Sé que te gusto a ti todavía

*Matty POV*

"I choose this one,"

I walked in front of this agile looking man who stood out from the other dancers. His ocean blue eyes were almost enhanced by his black mask and he slowly looked up. His wavy brown hair looked slightly tousled from all the dancing and he tilted his head in a way that reminded me exactly of my...well what could be my ex-husband.

He watched me as I checked him out, from his hard abdominal muscles that you could see through the tight black lace of his shirt and how round his ass was in his tight white pants.

The man stayed quiet as the director called for us to get into our positions and he held his hand out to me.

I carefully took it, feeling a sudden jolt of electricity as our skin touched and I lost my breath when my brain seemingly lost contact with the rest of my body. Our fingers intertwined as one and just his touch alone was the most soothing connection I've ever felt. I felt relieved by his touch, even though Miguel was just a few feet away.

His other hand touches my waist and I feel the shock again. Biting my lip to hold back what could have been a moan as my skin seemingly burns from his strong hand clasping my small waist. I raised my hand to his bicep and this connection was something I couldn't deny as I looked into his eyes again and something went off in my brain telling me I knew this man already.

"Do I know you?" I asked him and he shook his head, his beautiful brown curls falling with every movement of his head as he spun me in a circle and pulled me back to his arms. The plaza was dim from the lamplights with all the lights pointed at the stage with Miguel and the ocean could be heard around the cliff we danced on.

"Are you sure?" I asked dancing with him as every touch sent little tingles down my spine and if I closed my eyes, I could almost feel like this man was Luca.

But there's no way Luca would be here after everything I said to him. He probably hates me now and he wouldn't leave everyone behind just to chase me across the country. Although I had to admit, it would be really hot if he did.

Fuck, I missed Luca so badly that now I must be delusional, imagining this poor man is him.

The guy turns me into a dip, his breath tickling my neck as he pulls me up with his soft lips just grazing my neck and he had my head spinning. Was the air in Puerto Rico always this hot or is it just me?

I stared into his eyes again, the crystal blue was hard to tell in the series of lamps hat covered the plaza but I felt like this was Luca. Almost as if my soul suddenly plugged into his from the moment we touched. He definitely had all the features of Luca, but with the mask, I couldn't see if he had the beautiful spatters of freckles or not.

Our dance took the two of us to the back and I pulled the mysterious Luca-like man closer, knowing there were only two ways to tell.

"You dance really well," I told him and he led me to the farthest corner.

"Mucho Gracias," He said in a deep tone that had me feeling like he was hiding his true voice. Well, that was one hint, but there was one final test.

My hand slipped up from his bicep to the back of his neck, tickling the hair that felt just like my Luca's as I got closer to him and the director yelled cut.

As he did, I pulled the man to the final test.

A single kiss.