“ miro, ” elena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. his jealous tendencies holding him with an iron grip. brown hues raise, meeting his blue. “ do you realize how often you get hit on? ” she questioned, hands resting upon hips. “ it is almost every day, ” elena adds on. “ besides, ” her gaze drags down the other’s body, head tilts to the side. “ they wouldn’t stand a chance, ” a smile curving the corners of her lips. “ look at you, ” teeth sinking into her plush lower lip. no other man or woman compared to him. since meeting him, she has only had eyes for him. her heart often skipping a beat whenever he is near. “ did that guy really bother you? ” she questioned. “ just remind yourself that it’s not him who gets to be in my bed at night. ”