Really, it was never supposed to go this far. Alejandro saw you as a friend. A colleague. There were other kind, handsome, pretty people.

So why did you look so handsome in his eyes? Why did each time he looked at you, his stomach would flip inside out? Why did your laugh make his ears twitch, wanting to hear it again and again? Why was your smile the base of his own?

Simply, he liked you.

But as time passed, it became more and more. It wasn't a crush, it was a want. A need. He couldn't live without you, and had to hear your voice atleast once or he'd might go insane.

So as he stared at another man, chatting with you with a flirty look, as you stood there, flirting back with the man as a tease - he couldn't help but let the jealousy in his throat rise.

It was supposed to be him there. Flirting with you. Making you chuckle like that. Earning your drifting glances and teasing smiles. It was supposed to be him.

Alejandro wanted to be the one that you could kiss. The one that you'd call yours. The one that'd be able to sleep next to you one night, and wake up in the morning next to you. He wanted to be yours.

He wanted to be your favourite.

"Ay." Alejandro stepped in between you and the man, his arm holding your shoulders. His head landed to your shoulder, as he glared at the man. Not wanting to disrespect the Colonel, the man scurried off.

"Alé?" You turned your head a little, and dios, your faces were so close. Alejandro had to attempt not to lean in and kiss you immediately. "Need something?"

"Si, cariño." He whispered, pulling you close. your back was to his chest, and he could sense the warmth from your body to his. The scent you radiated sent a pleasuring shiver down his spine. "You. Soy celoso, amor." His voice dragged out a little, the need for you taking over. "You allow other people to touch you. I can't..." He sucked in a breath. "I need you, mi vida..."