His large and warm hand rest upon your thigh, his fingers spread. He squeezed your leg gently, his husky, hoarse voice was quiet as he whispered in your ear. His Spanish accent was soothing, something you needed while on the airplane.

Alejandro leaned over and used his free hand to brush his fingers against your jaw, slowly turning your head. He captured your gaze and smiled small, addressing you with a tender voice.

He was taking you to Mexico on trip to meet his family for the first time.