"Do I look okay?" I asked Lorenzo in a bored voice while standing in the doorway of our second guestroom.

I decided on a fitted dark red, mid-thigh dress that hugged my body like a glove. A cheetah fedora complimented the sexy color along with my cheetah print penny loafers. I decided my hair should rock the wet and wavy look and ride down the curves of my back. After my cheetah clutch finished my runway look, I was definitely dressed for the fall.

His mouth slowly dropped open and he made it a point to lick and bite those sexy lips of his. His eyes roamed from my own, to my coke bottled shape, plump behind and his adventure ended with the inside of my thighs. I could tell he was undressing me in his mind and by now he was probably making me feel things I haven't felt since the dream I had of Carmelo.

"You trying to make me jealous of Byron, girl? Damn."

That was just the answer I needed. I smiled and walked out of the room towards Byron's car.

Outside our condo, the wind danced in such a routine where my hair joined into the party, but at the same time it was careful not to mess it up or blow the fedora away. The sun hit my body, causing my brown skin to glow under its natural light. I guess it was safe to say I looked pretty good today.

Byron was already in his black Mustang GT waiting for me. He was simple, only wearing a fitted black tee, dark Levi's and a pair Sperry's. He was never the type to stand out, physically.

"You look good." He complimented while adjusting the rearview mirror.

"Thanks." I stared out of the passenger seat's window, making it a point to avoid eye contact at all costs. I wasn't in the mood to be lovey dovey.

"So, where are we going?"

"You'll see." He sounded as if he had a secret surprise party awaiting me upon our arrival to this mystery destination. It only made me more curious. But I decided not to question him. Surprises weren't my favorite, but they were definitely not always my enemy either.

The radio filled in the silence of the car making it less awkward. It had been a long time since me and Byron went somewhere together. It had been a long time since we did a lot of things together, though. It's almost as if we came to the realization that there is no more of us. We're two separate people now; nearly strangers living under the same roof, just barely getting along. Who knows if this place we're going to will help or change us. Who knows if we'll ever fall back in love again? Who even knows if I'm going to stay with him long to find out?

As he turned into the parking lot of our designated spot, my heart nearly sank. It was only then I realized where he was parking his car. In front of The Golden Bridge or better yet, Carmelo Brizuela's job. This is not the surprise I was hoping for. The only thing that would save me was if Carmelo wasn't working this morning. That, I highly doubted though.

"Uh-why are we here?" I asked, glued to my seat while Byron swung his door open and stepped out.

"This is my favorite coffee shop. What better place to discuss our issues?"

"We couldn't do this in the privacy of our own home?"

"Come on Brielle. Just give me half an hour. Can I get half an hour, please?"

This time it wasn't even Byron who I was trying to avoid. It was Carmelo. But I thought for a second. Carmelo wasn't stupid enough to reveal himself to Byron. He just wouldn't do that. Knowing him, he'd probably act like he never seen me a day in his life. But also knowing him, he'd make it a point to allow Byron to realize that we have some sort of relationship. But if going here would silence Byron for the rest of the week I would take the chance, so I reluctantly got out of the car and slowly made my way towards the front door of The Golden Bridge.

"Welcome to The Golden Bridge! What can I do for you two today?" An over enthusiastic blonde girl was our cashier this time.

"Hi, how are you doing? Could we just have a table for now and get a waiter take our orders in a minute?"

"Oh definitely! Sit anywhere and I'll have our best waiter with you in a second." I looked at the cashier's name tag which read Lively. Her name fit her personality all too well. She was the only thing that brought life to this dead place.

"Let's sit in that booth so we could see everything." Byron pointed to the exact same booth me and Carmelo sat in not very long ago. That booth was dangerous. I wouldn't be able to take Byron seriously because I'd only be thinking of the good times Carmelo & I shared. I wondered if he was around. It was making me nervous knowing that he may have not been working after all. After getting over the initial shock of being at his job, I actually did want to see those dimples that sink gently into his face. And those eyes that read every single pore on my body. And how could I forget those lips that bear the angelic accent that rides his seducing tongue? I had it bad for him and it was pretty obvious. The thought of possibly being in his presence consumed my thought process, causing me to clumsily bump into one of the tables.

I guilty smiled at the poor older couple who were unlucky enough to be sitting at a table that was in the way when I was the least attentive. They accepted my apology that I later gave and while backing up from the table, I backed into something else.

"So you just gonna bump into everything today, huh?"

I turned around and almost lost my balance completely. Of course, of all things to bump into, Carmelo had to be one of them. I smiled, shyly and held my head down in embarrassment; something I got used to doing around him. He then did his favorite move; lifting my head back up by my chin.

"You know I hate when you do that. By the way you look so pretty." I could only stare into his dreamy eyes. Nothing in my body would allow words to come out of my mouth so I only stood there, stupidly, with stars in my eyes.

It's almost as if he caught the fact that I was unable to say a word because we both stood there, in our own worlds, just observing one another. He stepped in a little closer to me while using his tongue to moisturize his lips. Only then, as he was getting to a point of no return, I snapped back into my senses and realized Byron was right behind me. And his eyes on my back weigh heavier than my admiration for Carmelo at the moment.

"Byron, I think this is our waiter," I said quickly, making it a point to glance at Byron for a second and back at Carmelo. I gave Carmelo a look that told him everything he needed to know about how this situation would have to play out.

He replied with a devilish grin that hinted he now knew exactly what was going on now.

"Yea, the lady is right. Wassup man, I'm Carmelo. What kind of drink can I start you off with?"

"Oh yea, lemme get one of yalls' hot chocolates."

"Hot chocolate?" Carmelo repeated.

"Yea, you know. They off the chain, have you had it before?"

That devilish grin snuck back onto his face which already let me know he was on to something.

"Nah, I haven't got a chance to taste it yet. But I bet it's sweet." Carmelo eyes snuck over to my face and I tried to resist a smile.

"Oh man, it is. That thing is the shit! I never had a hot chocolate like the ones from here before. They're what keeps me coming back."

"You makin me jealous, man. It's like every time I'm about to get a taste of that hot chocolate, something always comes up and I end up having to get back to it later. I'm hoping to sneak a taste one of these days."

Carmelo was looking at Byron, but something told me he was talking about me. Could he be implying that I was the hot chocolate he wanted a taste of?

"You most definitely will. Shit, if I didn't love it so much I would let you take a sip of mine."

They shared a laugh with one another and I could only roll my eyes. If only Byron knew what Carmelo really meant by the conversation they were having. Then Byron wouldn't allow him a sip of anything.

"I understand, good lookin' out, though, Bro. Your hot chocolate is coming right up."

As Carmelo turned to get the drink, Byron called him back.

"Wait, you forgot to take my lady's order."

I sat looking confused as if I was in another world. Those sexy dimples created dents in his cheek as he walked back over towards me and right then and there I realized where I was again.

"Oh, Bro, don't worry. I could never forget to take her order. But ma'am, if you don't mind, I'd like to guess the type of drink you want."

I took my hat off and gave a real girly smile.

"Take your best shot." He lightly tapped the table and headed on his way to the kitchen to retrieve our drinks.

I watched him walk away until he disappeared into the kitchen's doors.

"I miss you a lot Brielle," Byron randomly blurted.

I just looked into his eyes with no emotion or reply to his confession.

"Don't you miss me just a little bit?" He asked, looking concerned.

I nervously toyed with the rim of the cheetah fedora as I thought of the proper way to confess to Byron how I really felt about him and our relationship.

"I mean, I won't say I'm satisfied with how things are."

"But…"

"But I just don't know if those feelings are there anymore."

"We used to be so in-sync with each other, though. We hung out all the time, kissed all the time, made love all the time. And like out of nowhere it all changed. I don't even remember when it changed. That's how quick it happened. I feel like I put my all into this thing and I'm only getting half the effort from you. You used to be the main one trying to make things work. Now you don't even care."

"Well it's been two years since we first got together. Things change. People change."

"Is that really your answer? That's really the reason you act the way you do towards me?

"Why do you always make it seem like I'm the bad guy? You put on this innocent act as if you were never the wrong one." This conversation was starting to heat me up. Every discussion me and Byron had heated me up. I was tired of hiding why I treat Byron the way I do. It was time for me to lay it all on the table. He needs to know, anyway.

"I am the innocent one, Brielle. I'm the nice guy who gets you whatever you want and does whatever you want me to do."

"Byron, you're lying. You're lying in my face."

"How am I lying?" I could tell in his face that he was trying to keep his cool but was slowly getting ready to transform into the old Byron. The Byron that made our relationship end in this war of Hell. The Byron I feared to make unhappy because I was scared to lose him. Well losing Byron was all but a bad thing at this point in time. I was becoming excited to see the old Byron. I wanted to do whatever it took to get under his skin that way I would have live proof of why we are the way we are now.

But just as our conversation was getting good, Carmelo showed back up at our table to deliver our drinks.

"Hot chocolate for you & for the lady, a cold Sprite."

I smiled, largely and blushed under my chocolate skin remembering my first encounter with Carmelo. How he encouraged me to drink the Sprite despite my trying to lose weight. It was a cute way he informed me that he remembered everything about every time I visited him here.

"She doesn't drink Sprite," Byron said, more as a warning rather than a statement.

"Actually, a really nice person reintroduced the drink to me again." I threw back my most warning voice as well. Two can play Byron's game.

"What happened to your diet?"

"She needs a diet?" Carmelo asked with a look of shock on his face.

"I mean, Bro, I know that's your girl and all, but her body is bad. She don't need a diet." Carmelo's tone was serious. He meant every word he spoke. I love how he stood up for me.

"Well, Brielle, here doesn't need to be drinking that stuff. She needs to only drink healthy stuff. She's my fiancé and will be carrying my baby one day. Her body needs to be on point enough to cradle a new life. So please bring her a water and throw that Sprite away."

Carmelo jerked his head back at the way Byron was speaking to me. I instinctively did the same.

"Are you kidding me, Byron? The Sprite is staying right here. I would never carry another one of your kids. Knowing you, you might try to convince me to kill that one too!"

Carmelo slowly backed away from the table. As much as I could tell he wanted to defend me, he knew I had to fight this battle alone. He knew his place and how to respect a relationship. I'm glad he left instead of fueling the fire. I was seconds away from telling Byron off and doing away with him for good. How dare he even mention me being a mother to any little heifers he planned on bringing into the world? I'll be dammed to go through hell again.

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?" He said, his voice dropping back down to its original tone.

"You know exactly what it means." I took a sip of the Sprite and restrained myself from grabbing his hot chocolate and pouring it over his head to burn his skin into pieces.

"Don't tell me you're bringing up the first baby. Brielle, we were young."

"It's not the fact that we were young. It's the fact you didn't take into consideration my feelings."

"I was making the best decision for the both of us."

"How could you be so selfish to say something like that? I was the mother of that baby. Not you. You don't know how it felt to get rid of it. That hurt me, Byron. When they took the baby out of me, they took a part of me with it."

"Well wouldn't you rather be unhappy then having the most challenging responsibility of your life for the rest of your life?"

My mouth dropped. I couldn't believe he said something like that. I wanted so badly to burst into tears. I could feel them and I struggled to hold them back but I did. I buried my hands in my face and had to recollect myself. It was the worst, most hurtful thing someone has ever told me. I didn't know how to react to this situation. My "fiancé" was sitting here telling me that being unhappy was better than having your child, alive, and smiling a beautiful smile into your eyes. He was telling me that being unhappy was better than the unconditional love you give daily to someone who was literally attached to you at one point in time. He expected me to believe that being unhappy was better than holding your beloved child in your arms and allowing their smile to accumulate your own. No, no. Being unhappy was never going to be better than that. It would never be better than your baby. I'd trade anything in the world to have my baby back. I miss him or her. I miss them and I never even got to meet them.

Feeling guilty, Byron offered apology after apology but nothing could take back the things he just said. What hurt me most is the fact that he actually meant every single he word he spoke.

"Brielle, I would love to be a father. It just wasn't the right time. You see where we are now, money-wise? We weren't like that when you got pregnant. And you see that body the waiter complimented you on? You wouldn't have that if you would have went through with the pregnancy."

"So you're meaning to tell me that my body is worth more than my child? I hope you burn in hell."

Carmelo arrived back at our table and was hit hard with the major tension me and Byron created amongst ourselves. My head stayed low. I couldn't pick it up for nothing. Even if I tried. I refused to look at Byron. He disgusted me at this point. And I couldn't look at Carmelo, either. He read me well and I didn't want him to feel the pain I was feeling right now. If it was even possible.

I knew it bothered Carmelo that he couldn't pick my head up the way he usually did. I could feel his gaze on me as he struggled with what he was going to say next. He couldn't stand me hurting. But at this moment in time he knew he had to act as if he didn't know what I was feeling. He had to act like this was his first time ever meeting me. He knew this was the only way I would allow him to act, anyway.

"Are yall ready to order?" He said slightly above a whisper.

"Uh, yes. Can I just start off with the pancake & egg tray, bacon on the side?"

"Definitely," As Carmelo wrote down the order on that famous notepad, I noticed he tried his best to get enthusiastic again but seeing me so down brought his mood down, aswell.

"Brielle, is it?"

I slowly nodded my head.

"What would you like to order?" I could hear the concern in his voice.

I just shook my head and weakly shrugged my shoulders.

"Please look at me, Mami," he said, his concern growing.

I lifted my head, slowly and forced a smile on my face. I couldn't take knowing that Carmelo could almost feel everything I felt and in order to save him from the torture, I tried to push my best mood forward. We just sort of starred at each other for a moment until a genuine smile began to form on my face causing Carmelo to smile as well. And once I seen Carmelo's hypnotizing smile I started thinking. Byron wasn't going to get me down today. There was no way he could ruin my mood. Especially when I was in the same room as a guy I could not keep off of my mind. I will never forget that I was pregnant and my child will remain engraved in my mind and tattooed on my heart. I just had to pick and choose my battles. I refused to battle it out with Byron. Arguing with him won't make my child come back. It will make me feel better knowing I got it all off of my chest, but really what would it change? Okay, Byron would know how I really felt but it was already too late for him to try to change anything. The baby is gone, my love for him was gone and soon, I was hoping he would be gone, too.

"I'll just take the same thing he's having without the bacon. And please do not butter the pancake."

"You sure?"

I sort of giggled a little. I was not in my right mind.

"Definitely."

"Coming right up."

Carmelo walked away once more leaving me and Byron alone to get wrapped up in our feelings.

"I'm sorry, Brielle."

"I bet." Was all I could say before chugging the rest of the cold Sprite down.

The sound of my slurping was drowned out by the echoing laughter of four Hispanic girls who took a seat at the table directly behind Byron.

"No, really I am. I just don't want us dwelling on something that was so long ago."

I shook my head. This boy just didn't get it. But I didn't have the patience to focus on him and our mediation session. Instead, I just decided to let the girls behind Byron entertain me as they kept looking to their left and fixing their hair. I looked over to see what all the talk was about and sure enough they were giggling over Carmelo. My Carmelo.

I immediately sat up in my seat and paid close attention to everything going on at the table in front of me. I could care less if Byron was in front of my face. If these girls even as much tried to give Carmelo their number I was going to raise hell. He was mine and mine only!

"Hola senioritas. Soy Carmelo, what kind of drinks can I start you off with?" I watched closely as each girl wore their own pair of googly eyes and fought to get more attention from Carmelo than the others. They tried to make conversation revolving around the drinks just to keep him there longer. One, boldly, unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and revealed full breasts. My heart was beating fast as it seemed as though Carmelo was enjoying every bit of the attention.

"Excuse me, waiter!" I blurted out of jealously.

"Brielle!" Byron said, appalled at my boldness.

Carmelo told the girls to wait a second while he cruised his way over to me.

"Yes ma'am?" He said, sounding like he wanted to hurry with my question so he could get back over to the Latina babes.

"Do you know exactly when our food will be ready? I'm starving"

"Regularly, it would be done within the next 20 minutes, but I'll have them speed the process up just for you."

"Well thank you."

He smiled and turned to walk away back towards the giggling girls. I would be a fool to let him slide his way back over there so I called him back, again.

"Carmelo! Can I have a refill, please?" I smiled and held my cup towards his body.

He sort of chuckled.

"I'll get you a new cup."

He then walked away for good, except it wasn't towards the girls. I was satisfied.

"Brielle, do you think we should go to therapy?" Byron had a very annoying way of interrupting my thoughts. He could have at least said things that I cared about.

"Therapy as in… to make things better?" I said, with a very nasty look on my face.

"Yes. Because I want to work this out with you."

"Okay okay okay. Let me get this straight. You want us to go to therapy. This late in our relationship. To work things out. As in, if we work them out we can stay together longer?"

"Yes!" He said, with a smile on his face.

"No!" I blurted causing his smile to fade away.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Byron, I'm sorry but there's no need to work anything out. I don't see us being together for any longer. I feel by the end of the month we're going to break and that'll be the end."

"And don't you want us to be fixed before we break?"

I looked down at the table and back up at him again.

"No. I want us to break. I'm ready to move on." I couldn't believe I said that.

Byron didn't get a chance to respond because Carmelo popped out of nowhere with my new Sprite in hand. After thanking him, he said our food will be out in a few more minutes and he went back to the table of giggling girls.

"Brielle, are you serious? Do you know what you just said?"

Though I thought I stated that very clearly, I still felt the need to break it even more down to Byron. I was finally telling him that I was ready to break up. And as much as I wanted keep going with the conversation, I couldn't help but focus on the table behind Byron. He continued talking to me but it all went inside one ear and out of the other. This conversation could happen later. As for now, I had to make sure those Mexican bitches didn't take my man.

I felt myself only replying to Byron with "yes's" & "okay's" & "mhmm's". I could have been agreeing to marry him forever. I don't know, I don't care. I was distracted by the erupting sound of flirtatious giggling that made my heart beat a little too fast. Carmelo had been at that table a little too long and he wasn't even writing anything down. They couldn't have been giving him an order. And I just couldn't take it anymore. There was no way I was sharing my Puerto Rican man. I couldn't let any other girl have those brown eyes, full lips, deep dimples, sexy accent and that frame of a Greek god. I didn't want to break, but Carmelo had me under his spell. It was all his fault. He did this to me. So I broke.

"Carmelo!" For some reason, I felt like I interrupted whatever Byron was telling me. I wouldn't know, though. I wasn't paying attention.

I was so loud that not only did Carmelo look at me, the girls at the table did too. I would have been embarrassed, but my main priority was to stop whatever little conversation they were having.

"Yes, Brielle?" He said, already at my table.

"Can I have some napkins?" I said, seriously.

"Napkins?" Byron questioned.

"Nap-kins?" Carmelo repeated.

Did they think I was crazy? I wanted napkins.

"Yes, napkins. We ran out."

He sort of chuckled and pointed to something next to me. I looked over and of course it was a napkin suspensor full of napkins.

"You have a whole thing right there," He said with a smile.

"Oh… excuse me real quick." Now I was embarrassed.

I got out of the booth and headed to the ladies' room. I felt crazy for some reason and I most definitely wasn't supposed to feel like that. I was overwhelmed. Byron and this conversation overwhelmed me. Carmelo talking to those girls overwhelmed me. Me not getting the needed attention from Carmelo that I've gotten used to overwhelmed me. I just had to escape it all.

In the restroom I splashed water over my face. My water-proof mascara & eyeliner stayed in place, but I had to reapply the lip gloss. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. If I actually had something to think about I was in danger of getting caught into my thoughts. But having allowed Carmelo's flirtatious ways to consume my thoughts left my body empty so all I really wanted was food to fill me back up.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I coincidentally bumped into Carmelo again. It was as if he was waiting for me to come out. My embarrassment immediately returned, but I refused to look at the ground. Carmelo hated when I did that and I was starting to hate it too. But I couldn't help that it made me nervous like that.

"Napkins? Really, Brielle? You called me over to bring you napkins?"

"Well, you were my waiter first. Then you left to go help those other girls."

Carmelo dropped his head, started laughing and picked it back up again.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Aww, my baby is jealous because I talk to other girls," he said, touching my cheek.

I gave him the most evil eyes my face would let me give and tried my best to resist a smile, but ended up laughing with him, anyway.

"I hate you, Carmelo." I turned to walk away but he grabbed my arm to pull me back to him. Once I was facing him he leaned back on the wall behind him and slipped his hands around my waist. He then pulled me even closer to his body. I nervously started playing with the collar on his shirt.

"You're cute when you act like that." He said, lowly. I managed to allow my eyes to meet his. He saw the serious look in my eyes which made him smile.

"You don't have to worry about me, Mami. I'm just doing my job. Besides, they're not my type anyway."

I lightly hit him in his chest.

"You're lying. Those girls are gorgeous. They have pretty eyes, full lips, long silky hair, big boobs. And they're Hispanic!"

He gave me the craziest look ever that told me I said something he didn't like.

"So?"

"So, how are they not your type?"

"They're not you."

That shut me all the way up. Never again would I question Carmelo and his motives. It was obvious where his mind was at.

"Now I feel stupid."

He chuckled.

"No, I'm not trying to make you feel stupid. You just need to know you're my main interest right now. A hundred of the most beautiful Latina women could walk into the shop right now and I'll still only want my hot chocolate."

I giggled and put my arms around his neck. I made it a point to just stand there and stare into his eyes. He said all of the right things. And he said them so right that I never even questioned if he was only trying to get inside of my panties.

"Carmelo I just don't know what to do with you."

"You can start by being with me."

That was the first time he had ever come out and told me to be his girlfriend. I wasn't sure how to respond because truth is, I did want to be his girlfriend.

"But Byron…"

"Get rid of him. He doesn't know how to make you happy."

"Me and Byron are definitely breaking up. But I don't know if it's healthy to immediately jump back into another relationship. I don't even know who I am anymore."

"I would be selfish and just tell you to find yourself while being with me, but you're right. It's not healthy. Just know that you are my girl, though. And you're going to remain my girl until you become my girlfriend."

"Good then that means you can't flirt with those Mexican bitches."

His mouth dropped and he immediately began laughing. He grasped my waist much more firmly and pulled me even closer to him. I could now slightly feel his light erection against my own private parts. I tightened my arms that were still around his neck which caused his face to come closer to mine.

"You need to watch your mouth."

"But I'm serious. They don't need to talk to you."

He laughed again and pressed his forehead up against mine.

"Brielle, you don't know how bad I want you right now. I'm trying to restrain myself from kissing you," he whispered.

"Then just do it."

I didn't think I could get any closer to him until he pulled me in further. I was so pressed up against him, there was not a bit of space between us. We stared into each other's eyes and I couldn't help but wonder what his next move was going to be. I could see the fire and passion engraved in his pupils as he locked onto my gaze. He licked his lips seeming to try to figure out the right thing to say to me in this moment.

"I can't. It's just not the right time. Besides, if I kissed you I don't think I'd be able to stop."

"But would if I don't want to stop?"

He took a deep breath. I felt as though I was pushing him to a point of no return, but my desire for him was just as deep as the desire he had for me. I wanted him to kiss me. I didn't care if Byron was in the same room. I wanted Carmelo as much as he wanted me. You would think if two people had the same strong feelings for one another they would act on it. But we weren't. I understood taking it slow. But this slow? He was driving me crazy. And I was driving him crazy too. I heard it in his chest as his heart beats sped up. I felt it in his pants as his erection grew. I saw it in his eyes as they refused to leave my own. I witnessed it in his lips as he kept licking them. Why was he torturing himself? Better yet, why was he torturing me?

I couldn't tell if he was trying to respect me or teach me a lesson on love. Maybe it was selfish of me to keep pushing him. Boys can't take all this teasing. Their bodies naturally won't let them. But I needed to feel something, anything. And the feeling, I wanted to come from him.

But as I got deeper in my thoughts I realized I was being a hypocrite. I told him I didn't want to jump into a relationship after leaving one. Yet I was so ready to jump into a relationship while already in one. I didn't know if I was driven by lust at this moment or the fact that I simply admired him.

Before I could answer my own question I was surprised by something I wish I could have prepared for. Carmelo had kissed me. It wasn't a full make out session that I was craving from him, yet a quick, yet full peck on the lips.

He then unwrapped himself from me and for some reason I was pissed off. I backed away from him absent-mindedly and was kind of hurt because he didn't warn me about the kiss. As stupid as it sounds, I was mad because had I known he was going to kiss me I would have prepared and kept the kiss going. But he only did enough to satisfy himself. What about me?

Even though I felt left out of my own kiss, I couldn't be mad at him. I was rather love struck. I could only stand there in the distance I created between us and stare at him. If I thought I was under his spell in the past, I was really under his spell now.

He laughed at the expression on my face and his cheeks burned red. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

"Don't tell me I got you fallin in love with me," he looked at me in suspension with that beautiful smile planted on his face.

"I am so not falling in love with you. But how could you tease me like that?" He chuckled at my statement and grabbed both of my hands.

"You can't lie to me, Mami. I see those stars in your eyes. But it's cute."

I only sighed at looked at him, desperately.

"I'm sorry, Ma. But I'm not the only one teasing over here. I'm not the one who brung my fiancée to the job of the person I like."

"Okay, I'm sorry Carmelo. But this wasn't my choice. I even tried to convince him not to come here. But then I figured I could see you, so why not?"

"I mean, it doesn't matter to me that you brung him because at the end of the day you're still my girl and I think you'd pick me over him anyway."

I decided not to comment on that last statement. Because, well, it was true. But every woman knows not to reveal all her secrets.

Carmelo was too good to me. He took care of me in ways that I couldn't explain. We barely knew each other and this was my first time ever even seeing him, but our connection just continued growing. I wouldn't approve of a girl dating a guy in less than a month of knowing him, but me and Carmelo had something different. We weren't the average relationship. And I knew this because here I was, engaged to be married and yet wrapped up emotionally into a guy I didn't know. And to top it all off, I was calling whatever we had a relationship.

Even with the long list of things I loved about Carmelo, I still was not satisfied. He seen it in my face and felt it in his touch.

"Come here." He commanded me, while stepping closer towards my body. He gently grabbed my face and kissed me on my left cheek, my right cheek and then left another peck on my lips. One where our lips were pressed together for a good few seconds. One that I was ready for. I bit my lip, instinctively. I wanted more. But I already had an understanding that I could not have more.

"Now go sit down before he comes looking for you."

"Okay," I said, still standing there.

Carmelo lowered his head, again and genuinely laughed when he realized why I was still standing there.

"You just can't get enough can you?" he said, pulling me into him and kissing my lips a few more times. It wasn't a real kiss, complete with tongue and all, but I guess it would have to do for now.

"Are you satisfied now?" He asked, those dimples showing.

"No," I admitted, wanting more.

He laughed, again. My words always seemed to tickle him.

"Go sit down."

I was laughing now and finally obeyed.