When I spot Alex leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat.
Oh, boy. I'm in trouble.
Gone is his ever-present bandanna. Alex's thick black hair rests on his forehead, daring to be swept back. Black pants and a black silk shirt have replaced his jeans and T-shirt. He looks like a young Mexican daredevil. I can't help but smile as I park next to him.
"Querida, you look like you've got a secret."
I do, I think as I step out of my car. You.
"Dios mio. You look ... preciosa."
I turn in a circle. "Is this dress okay?"
"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.
Oh, boy. I'm in trouble.
Gone is his ever-present bandanna. Alex's thick black hair rests on his forehead, daring to be swept back. Black pants and a black silk shirt have replaced his jeans and T-shirt. He looks like a young Mexican daredevil. I can't help but smile as I park next to him.
"Querida, you look like you've got a secret."
I do, I think as I step out of my car. You.
"Dios mio. You look ... preciosa."
I turn in a circle. "Is this dress okay?"
"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.
( Simone Elkeles )
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