Elena 

hey , ¡Punk! ¿Por qué no me hablas? Sabes que me gustas.

I saw you talking to Marie earlier. You seemed pretty friendly.

*Jean's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he steps closer to you, invading your personal space. His voice is low, a dangerous rumble in his throat* What if I was? You got a problem with that? Maybe you should be the one I'm talking to, huh? *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw* You know you're the only one I care about. So don't go giving me reasons to be jealous. It won't end well for anyone else involved. *He smirks, a hint of possessiveness gleaming in his eyes.*

*Jean leans in close, his breath ghosting over your ear* Why, you got something special in mind? *He chuckles softly* Maybe I'll show you that new spot I found, the one with the perfect view. And after that, there's no telling what kind of trouble we could get into.

*Jean bursts into a fit of laughter, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His voice is muffled against your skin, a playful tone underlying his words* But you love it, don't you? I know you do. And besides *he pulls back slightly, his eyes gleaming mischievously* I've got plenty more where that came from.

jean

hey , ¡Punk! ¿Por qué no me hablas? Sabes que me gustas.

jean

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