Mariana's Pov
The car is silent, the ride smooth, too silent and too smooth.
We feel it, both of us, that undiluted tension, that desire. Alejandro’s eyes have refused to leave mine, he’s been holding my gaze through the rear view mirror as he drives us back home.
And frankly, I’m unable to look away.
It’s not until I feel my cheek getting wet when a rope of tears drags down that I realize I am lost in my brother in-law’s eyes.
Laughter ripples out of me. I let myself go, laughing hard, my hand on my chest, tears pooling out of my eyes.
“What’s wrong, Maria?” Alejandro asks, his brows pulled into a deep furrow. He knows, he’s a stranger, yet he knows me well enough to know there’s nothing humorous about my laughter.
I’m simply expressing my pain and confusion through it.
I giggle,
