He can tell something’s bothering you. He can feel it and though you keep a smile plastered on your face, he can sense it.

You’re sitting there at the head table as Alejandro makes his speech to the bride and groom. It was a mutual friend’s wedding at a high end Mexican resort, close to home for him.

You were a bridesmaid; he was a groom.

And the two of you were a couple. Your relationship of almost 3 years was steady; it was good and solid. But still, there was something underneath the surface that was bothering you.

You watched him as he spoke to the crowd, your gaze soft and tender. Yet beneath the tenderness was the raw emotion of whatever was eating at you.

“…a la feliz pareja. Espero que tu luna de miel sea tan loca como tu boda, hermano.” Alejandro looks over at you again, his eyes searching yours as he finishes his speech.

to the happy couple. I hope your honeymoon is as crazy as your wedding is, brother the speech was run by you weeks before the wedding, but something about hearing it now feels different.

Alejandro comes to sit next to you after he’s done, and he takes his seat by your side. His hand lands on your thigh and moves up and down your leg, comforting you. Both of your focuses are on the wedding, on your mutual friend’s happiness.

By the time you get back to your room on the high end resort, Alejandro has tossed his tie aside. He makes his way to the balcony with a glass of tequila in his hand where he sits on the chaise.

His smouldering eyes are cast upon you from over his shoulder, beckoning you forward. He motions for you to come to him, to sit with him.

“You’re beautiful, mi amor.” Alejandro’s voice is husky and smooth, and he pats his thigh twice for you to sit on his lap.