The love of our Youth?

*Volume 2 commences... (๑´• ₃ •̀๑)*

Jorge gazed at her full lips and craved to swallow it up in his once again, for Mirabel's lips felt like a haven from which he never wanted to leave. He felt a slight tightening of his chest muscles when he thought of the fact that her ex-boyfriend, Charles Wanky, also had exclusive access to her at a point in time.

He knew how absurd his thoughts were, but Jorge could not help it. Jorge shut his eyes tightly for a brief second to shake off those strange emotions threatening to burst through his defences. She was right by him at that point in time, and that was all that mattered.

However, Jorge could also see how the circulating news affected her from her reaction in the short moment she came to be in the known. He had spent some time, well more than enough time, going over the documents amassed from her background research, and he had done it himself, much unlike his past actions.