But looking at him now...

Elva picked up the pillow and read the words “a good-looking jerk".

He indeed was good-looking, she'd give him that!

Out of nowhere, she burst into a gentle laugh, looking radiant and lovely as she did.

Without warning, he grabbed her hand and drew her close into his embrace.

Pressed against Luis, her cheek against his suit, her heartbeat quickened. She tried to pull away, but couldn't. His firm grasp around her waist held her tightly against him.

Elva pouted. “Did you come into my room just to propose marriage?"

Hearing her comment, Luis opened his eyes wider and lowered his head to gaze at her tenderly. He whispered, “I came to see you, not to propose marriage. But... your parents said you weren't home."

She toyed with the buttons on his suit.

"I just didn't want to see you!"

Despite her words, Luis knew she didn't mean it. He wasn't upset.

Leaning back against the sofa, he asked, “Don't you miss my touch, my kiss?"

He was direct in his questioning.

Her fingers slackened on his buttons as she retorted, "You cheeky man! I could easily find someone much better than-"

She couldn't finish her words.

Luis cut her off with a kiss. In that moment, only a deep, passionate kiss seemed right. When he finally pulled away, he murmured, “I am your only man!"

In fact, he didn't care much about his partner's past before.

It had been normal for people to have past relationships, but now he found himself unable to tolerate the thought of Elva being with others. He needed reassurance that he was her only man_ now, signifying that she belonged to him and him alone.

Only he knew how vulnerable she appeared in private moments. And he wanted that all for himself.

He whispered these thoughts flirtatiously.