"A bit drunk, hm, mi amor?" Alejandro chuckles, pulling you into his arms.

Both of you—drunk as sailors right now—but you thought you could take in more tequila than him.

You did, but now you were hammered and in his arms.

This is what Alejandro swore to you when he said his vows: that he'd protect you with everything in him. And he never let that go.