Taken the Spaniard's Virgin

A strong arm wrapped around her waist. “We are close to home.”

“How long until we reach port?”

“A couple of hours, maybe less.”

“Our idyll is over then?”

“Yes, or close to it.” He kissed the top of her head. “We need to talk.”

She turned into his arms. “Not yet. I don’t want to discuss the future yet. We’ve still got two hours before our special time is up.”

The two hours stretched to the evening, when they decided to have dinner aboard the yacht and then afterward making love came all too naturally and they spent the night on the moored yacht as well.

The next morning was rushed—Miguel had business that had been waiting for his return to port and Amber had to finish packing for her early afternoon flight. The plan was for Miguel to see her off at the airport, but he was called into a high level meeting and was unable to get away.

Her cell phone chirped while she was waiting to board her flight. Half the plane had boarded already.

“Hello?” she said into the phone, juggling her carryon and purse.

“Amber, it is Miguel.”

“I didn’t think you’d get to call before I had to leave.”

“I snuck out of the meeting room with the excuse of needing a bio break.”

She laughed. “Thank you.”

“I miss you already.”

“Me, too.”

“We have not talked about the future yet. There is something I need to tell you.”

They announced her row number for boarding. She turned away from the shuffling line of air passengers. “Yes?”

“I leave for Prague in a week’s time.”

“Wow.” She’d always wanted to go to Russia. “How long will you be gone?”

“It is for a long-term project.”

“I see.” She supposed that wasn’t so very different than him living in Spain. The flights to visit would be longer was all. The last call for boarding was announced. “I’ve got to go, Miguel.”

He said something that sounded like a curse. “I was thinking about flying out to California next week.”

Suddenly she felt as light as air. “I’d like that.”

“I will see you then.”

“Great.” She hung up, grinning, and sprinted for the boarding gate.

Her mom was at the airport to pick Amber up. They talked about Miguel the whole way home.

“Honey, I’m so glad to see you so happy.”

“He’s wonderful, Mom. I don’t know how we’re going to work out our relationship long distance—especially since he’ll be in Prague for a while, but it’s worth the effort. I didn’t think you really could fall in love so fast, but I did.”

“Did you tell him?”