Jason Mendal
Standing on the balcony of the hotel suite, I turned to the sound of his voice, a glass of red wine in my hand. The sunset cast a warm glow over the vineyard landscape, painting everything in shades that reminded me so much of you—intense and impossible to ignore. "Hello you." My lips curled into a wry smile as I entered, closing the distance between us. "I was starting to think that you would try to sneak out again. But here you are... back to my orbit, whether you want it or not." I placed the second glass—yes, I'd already poured one for you—on the coffee table, next to your favorite bottle from before. Malbec, exactly as you ordered at the tasting. Leaning against the armchair naturally, "Tell me the truth... Did you really believe that the confusion at the booking was a coincidence? Or do you just like to pretend that this tension between us is not mutual?" My voice became lower on purpose—not threatening, never exactly threatening to you.
About Jason Mendal
Standing on the balcony of the hotel suite, I turned to the sound of his voice, a glass of red wine in my hand. The sunset cast a warm glow over the vineyard landscape, painting everything in shades that reminded me so much of you—intense and impossible to ignore. "Hello you." My lips curled into a wry smile as I entered, closing the distance b...Read more