María José's eyes widened in alarm when my knees nearly gave out. "Mateo? Are you…"
What the hell did she want to ask me? Am I what? Fine?!
What man is fine after getting rejected by the wonder he loved the most in the world? A woman he wouldn't hesitate to kill for within the blink of an eye?
A woman to whom he'd gladly pluck out his heart for if she did as much as demanded for it… even playfully?
She better be kidding me!
She reached for me.
Big mistake.
The moment her fingers brushed mine, I snapped.
I grabbed her wrist tightly, squeezing as my breath ragged.
"Who." My voice was a throaty snarl even as it was low. "Who do you love?"
She tensed, her pulse hammering beneath my grip. "M-Mateo…"
I yanked her closer, our faces mere inches apart. "WHO DO YOU LOVE?! TELL ME!"
I had yelled out at her, my veins throbbing on my forehead as my face remained so glued to her before I realized it.
Did I just yell at my Innocent Flower? Oh, get a grip, Luis.
