@ZestyMamacita — my lips as I ducked down a little, rushing up behind her, arms snaking around her tiny frame, lifting her into the air, lips pressing to the side of her neck. “Now you’re mind, and I’m not letting you go.”
@ZestyMamacita — way onto the elevator via the back entrance of her hotel. I made sure to keep my head down in the elevator to avoid looking at any of the cameras. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as she pushed the door open to her suite, —
@ZestyMamacita — to be recognized by too many people as Yamil, and I fought our way through the crowded airport towards the baggage carousels. Luckily, I was tall enough to see over most of the crowd, quickly spotting her. I’d know her anywhere. A dimpled grin curled onto —