"So," Antonio said, trying to grasp what you had said to him, "Ludwig… Broke up with you because he saw you kissing his brother?"

You nodded, "And he said… Virtually said that he didn't love me as much as he thought…"

Antonio sighed and threw his hands over his head. Walking casually, the Spaniard said, "Then he wasn't the one for you, mi chica! If he truly loved you, he wouldn't have done what he did."

You shrugged, your shoulders dropping lazily. "I don't know what to think…" Your voice was barely above a whisper, "I'm confused, and I'm tired…"

You could feel him wrap an arm around your waist and pull you towards him. "It's understandable to feel the way you do…" He whispered, "You just need time to think and rejuvenate yourself, no?"

Blushing softly at how close he really was, you nodded, saying, "I suppose you're right Antonio…"

"I am right, chica." He smiled sweetly at you. "I know how women feel like the back of my own hand."

"That's quite assuring." You giggled, looking up at him, "That just tells me that you've been with a lot of girls."

"That makes me more experienced in the realm of love then, no?" He asked, an innocent face sweeping across his youthful features.

You gave him a funny look, before smiling small. "I prefer guys like you…" You whispered, "Ones who care about the girl they're with. Ludwig was caring, but he was distant… Gilbert just seems like he'd treat a girl like a slave, so I've never considered dating him for real."

"Well, I take that as a complement."

"Good." You looked up at him, "I meant to make it one."

You took a sudden turn away from him when his face came deathly close to kissing range and turned towards your house. "Uhm…" You looked at him, blushing brightly, "Thanks for walking me home Antonio…"

"It was my pleasure, chica." He smiled a seemingly sultry smile before sweeping forward and pressing your body to his in a hug. "If you need anything," He whispered, "Remember that I'm a good listener and I'll listen."

"Thanks again." You whispered into his chest, before he pulled away and gave you a lingering kiss on your cheek.

"Adios chica." He whispered in your ear, before pulling away and walking down your porch.

You stared at him, your fingers touching where his lips had just been. Before you could even think, you reached down and gripped his jacket. He stopped and looked at you, but only for a minute before you slammed down and hugged him tightly. He was surprised, but returned your affection. He was even more surprised when he heard you whisper, "Guys like you make me wanna melt…"

"Gracias…" He gripped around your waist tighter. "And girls like you make everything else worthwhile."

"You're a good friend Antonio…" You stopped for a moment and looked up at him, "A really good friend."

He leaned down, "I know…" You weren't sure what happened, but a mere second later, his lips came in sultry contact with your own.