You had been on a week long trip, up north in search of new business. Javier wasn’t too happy about you going. The idea of you being away from him where anything can happen, scared him. But also being away from you just didn’t feel right to him.

Once you arrived, he swooped you off your feet and brought you to your tent. His lips were glued to yours ,his hands grasped at any little piece of you, almost like making sure you were real

“Mi amor…” he practically growled