Jorge whipped his head to look at her in surprise. "What do you mean by that?" Mirabel lowered her eyes and waited without giving him any reply.
"Look at me, Mirabel. I am unsure what I did to make you feel this way, but until hell freezes over, I will never lose interest in you."
"But why did you stop earlier? Am I not attractive enough?"
"Silly girl, when I made the promise to love you, everything and everyone else went out the door!" The endearment in his voice was very evident. He wiped her tears as he added,
"I am doing everything to keep myself from touching you," he whispered and leaned over to place another loving kiss on her forehead, gathered her in his arms and rocked her gently,
"I want you to know that I married you for YOU! ... And no one else… I may have had many women before you, but none were ever like you…. I like you very much…. Even though I never said or imagined that I would say this to someone, but I think that I love you!"
