"I hate you! I scream walking backwards.
"No you don't mami." he replies smirking and walking towards me.
"Don't call me that." I say. Him calling me mami just does somethings to me. As I say this I hit the wall behind me. Crap I think.
Trapping me against the wall he asks, "don't call you want mami, mami?" His cool breath fanning my face and that oh so familiar smirk stretches his.
Weakly I reply, "I hate you Juan Manuel."
"So who do you love then, that little boy from school." he ask kissing my cheek.
Thinking it will make him jealous I agree. "Yeah that him. thats who I love. But it doesn't make him jealous, instead it makes him chuckle.
"Wrong novio, you love me, just as I love you."
With that he slowly grabs me by my waist, pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply and passionately. And not one moment do I fight the kiss or try to correct him. Because the words that escaped his month were nothing but the truth.
Love stories in a love story.