Miley's face crumpled when she sensed the conflicted aura surrounding Jorge. She once again grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed so he would lie beside her. She pulled his arm up and kept it below her head and used it as her pillow. Then she caged him in her arms, wrapping both her arms tightly around him, one at his waist and another one around his neck.

Jorge had no prowess to fight with her beauty and he was bound to do as she said, just that he wished to keep his sanity intact and after those couple of drinks he had after dinner, his mind was already not so in control.

"Miley." Jorge murmured her name in defeat with his hoarse voice. He also wanted her to be close to him, every night, to sleep in his arms like that, but he wanted to take the next major step only after they got married.