Come here," he says, pulling me against him. "I don't want to go to the wedding...

Come here," he says, pulling me against him. "I don't want to go to the wedding anymore. I'd rather have you all to myself."
"No way," I say, running a slow finger along the side of his jaw.
"You're a tease."
I love this playful side of Alex. It makes me forget all about those demons.
"I came to see a Latino wedding, and I expect to see one," I tell him.
"And here I thought you were comin' to be with me."
"You've got a big ego, Fuentes."
"That's not all I've got." He backs me against my car, his breath warming my neck more than the midday sun. I close my eyes and expect his lips on mine, but instead I hear his voice. "Give me your keys," he says, reaching around and taking them from my hand.
"You're not going to throw them into the bushes, are you?"
"Don't tempt me."
Alex opens my car door and slides into the driver's seat.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" I ask, confused.
"No. I'm parkin' your car in the shop so it doesn't get jacked. This is an official date. I'm drivin'."
I point to his motorcycle. "Don't think I'm getting on that thing."
His left eyebrow raises a fraction. "Why not? Julio's not good enough for you?"
"Julio? You named your motorcycle Julio?"
"After my great uncle who helped my parents move here from Mexico."
"I like Julio just fine. I just don't want to ride on him wearing this short dress. Unless you want everyone riding behind us to see my undies."
He rubs his chin, thinking about it. "Now that would be a sight for sore eyes."
I cross my arms over my chest.
"I'm jokin'. We're takin' my cousin's car.