(In Jorge's Room)
Jorge:So now i can hear my love singing every friday?
Martina:You will come?
Jorge:Yes. Every friday
Martina:"Stalker"
Jorge:I am not a stalker, I am just a boyfriend who likes to see his girlfriend
*i move closer to him, grabs his hands. And twist them around my body*
Martina:Don't you worry, I love that stalker
*kiss*
Jorge:So you love me?
Martina:Yes, just like you love me
Jorge:I love you?
Martina:Hmyes
*i place my hand in his neck. Now he even holds me tighter. But i don't fight back. Even better. I love this*
Jorge:Yeah. I can't comain about it. So yaah. I love you
*i didn't answer. I hide my face in his chest and giggle*
Jorge:I know that you hate it when i say this. But your laugh is pretty cute
Martina:Jorge!
*i look up again*
Jorge:Hey i told you that i knew that you wouldn't like this *laughs*
Martina:Okay okay. I take a bath okay?
Jorge:Sure. Enjoy the luxery
*he winked at me and i walk to the bathroom. I hear him singing . It makes me laugh. He is such a cutie*
Jorge:Love?!
Martina:Yes ? *i shout back*
Jorge:There is room Service babe. What do you want?
Martina:The same like you
Jorge:Ah okay
*i laugh in myself. He can be such a dick somethimes. But it is funny*
-nock nock-
Jorge:Can i come in?
Martina:No. Just give me 5 minutes
Jorge:Okay okay
*i hear him walking away. I came out of his bath. And i grab his bathrobe and i twist it around myself. I open the door. And i sat down by the table*
Jorge:Ah so you really claim everything that is mine? *his right brow goes up*
Martina:Well. Yes. Problems with that?
Jorge:Hmno. It was just a question.
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My Summer Love (part 1)
Random(I'm re-writing this story into a new book: Blow Me Up) •• Martina, a just started artist on her way to her dreams. All she gotta do is own money to bring her album on the market. This summer she flies for the first time to Mexico City. On her way s...
