El Pasado and Present

It's like a dream. I'm at the shore in Barcelona, Spain. The hot morning sun reflects off the ocean's blue waves—and Antonio's crystal blue eyes. His wide shoulders could throw me across the ocean. I'm sure of it. He could fight Zeus with no weapons. He was Odysseus in a past life; it's obvious. He wants to go skinny-dipping in the ocean—a very common thing in Spain, apparently. His skin literally sparkles in the sunlight. Unbelievable. Is this heaven? I close my eyes. My mind wanders. Suddenly, I am back in Los Angeles. The traffic is grinding. I'm sitting in my eight-year-old Mazda Miata on the way to an audition. The tires are getting bald, making me cautious to hit the brakes too harshly. The air-conditioning isn't working, and a few days ago it was 113 degrees in the city. I am slowly melting when... Antonio holds his gentle
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