“Then yes. I meant it.” I wondered if he’d be angry with me for complicating things, or laugh at me for being so foolish. Alejandro Montoya didn’t do love. “I love you too, princess,” he said before bending his head to kiss me softly. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest with happiness. Was this for real? “I thought you didn’t do love?” “That was before I met you.”
