Came for his girl

"There they are!" Aiden pointed at two figures sitting on the deck. Dalton felt the stings of his heart play as familiar laughter erupted, one he recognized even in his sleep.

"Maya. " His wandered eyes landed on her beautiful long ebony hair, and he gazed at her with longing. A sense of ease filled his chest. He had expected to find her in tears, but here she was, radiating joy.

As Dalton's eyes subconsciously absorbed his surroundings, he suddenly felt a sharp, irritating sensation shoot through his chest. He recognized that pain all too well. It was jealousy. He was consumed by jealousy. He should have been the one to bring Maya to this beautiful lake, not Marcello or any other man.

"Hey, Italian!" Aiden called out, and Maya and Marcello turned and stood to their feet.

"Which one of us were you calling?" Marcello asked, laughing. "Maya is Italian too."

Aiden scoffed.