California. The nostalgic and memorable California. Art enjoyed the warm weather and the radiant sun on his skin every time he entered the resort pool, even if it meant gallons of sunscreen just in case. The women and men around him always looked with their eyes wide open and this, in some way, made him have an internal conflict. He liked the looks, he liked this feeling, but if he could choose, he would prefer if Tashi was looking at him in the same way.

Of course she wouldn't do that, she was too indifferent thinking about tennis or the simple way she had something with Patrick... She didn't even know he knew that, but he knew and it was killing him inside. The idea of going to a resort to spend the summer vacation relaxing with Lily was his, but the truth is that he also wanted to forget all the past shit and so far, that hadn't worked. He just kept delaying the thoughts that would come to his mind the moment he saw her laying down next to him on the bed. When did she plan on telling him about what happened? Would she tell? No, she wouldn't.

The surprise came in the morning. When that pretty little thing recognized Tashi in the hotel bar, maybe he was going crazy, but there was something there... There was something about you that he didn't know, he didn't see that in many person, not even Tashi, but he knew he wanted you, one way or another. It was as if he were a teenager again, watching the pretty, popular and friendly person like a hawk, waiting for you to notice his intentions, but you seemed too good for that.

He wasn't like this just because of sexual desire, there was something more, there always was, Art couldn't treat people just as an object of pleasure, he wanted more, even if he knew he couldn't. He wanted you for himself in many ways, even if he had to disguise it by treating you as a simple friend of his wife, the wife who had cheated on him with his best fucking friend.