the hills seemed to go on forever as i gazed at the sun setting in the horizon. god, this spansih vineyard was almost worth traveling 6 hours in train for.

I really did want to see where I come from, my bakground, my history in real life. the spanish countryside is really something one of a kind though. romantic is one word for it though. its the perfect place for a swoon.

nope, julia, not now. keep your head in the game. youre reconnecting with yourself, family, history. not anything else this time. nope. not at all.

yet i find myself applying my signature red lip stick as i drag my purse with me to the nearest b&b.

i walk up the steep hill leading to a charming, quaint but exquisite bed and breakfeast inn. rows of trees line the empty street, white shutters and cozy chair sit empty on the cozy porch. its like stepping into one of those spansih gilmore girls series. my comfort.

my stillettos sound much in the utter silence that is here at this vineyard. i dont think the space will be a problem at least. there is plenty of room for me and my outifts. one is noticeably larger though. in amount, that is.

i walk to the front entrance, the golden sunlight hitting the side of the house and casting me in a golden light. as i lift my pedicured hand to knock, the door, to my suprise, bursts open.

and my god.

two pair of beautiful, captivating eyes stare right at me. angelic feautures meet me with a smile. that brown hair tousled over a very broad and tall frame of pure spanish man dreams. god, yes.

«hey there.» he says and looks at me up and down. damn right.

i smile back as he starts to lean on the wall and i almost melt. great lord.

«hi. do you, uh, work here?» i say in a breathy voice. how did he take my breath away with a greeting?

«yeah, i own the place. but um, we are not open actually. theres been some… mistakes. that need fixing» he informs, creeping closer.

my face drops. theres really no other place open, the whole town has practically gone to peace, as in, age. where will i go?

he seems to read my head as he says, «But ill make an exception for you, lady.» he smiles and leans one hand on the door, almost hovering, towering over me.

«uh.. okay?» is all i can manage to say.

«great, one condition, though.» he says, raising his eyerbows. and turns into a whisper, «no boyfriends allowed.»

«well, i am single so..» i say, shrugging my shoulder. not adding the, just got dumped, bit.

«oh, really?» he leans so close i can feel his breath on my skin.

«yeah..» my hoarse voice creeks out.

«youre gonna have to pay up though. for the stay. i am very rich in hospitality, though.» he leans so close his lips touch mine.

I dont say anhthing. not even when his lips crash with mine and firen erupts in me. god, that was a quick approach. i kiss him back and he tugs at my hair, lifitng me into his arms. in cant think through what is happening right now, i just go with him. he lifts me up and carries me inside, not once breaking hte kiss.

but something is off. its just not, there. at all. oh my god, does he feel it too? i think he does because he stops the kiss midway.

«uh, why are you here though?» a sudden furrow between his brows becomes apparent.

«to investigate my family history.» i answer. his eyes turn to small slits.

«okay? who is it that you know?» he says, suspicious clear in his tone.

«ashley garcia. my grandma. she dies three moths ago.» i say, confused.

his face falls and he starts to back away.

«oh my god.» he says and wipes his mouth.

«fuck no. youre my cousin. she was my goddamn grandma too. i inherited this place from her. thats why i gotta fix it now.» he sighs and runs his hands through his hands. a hysterical laugh escapes me. oh my god. of course. karma is a bitch.