Do I make you nervous?" His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do.

Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful.

He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let go even if I wanted to.

We need to look back sometimes and realize the past taught us to appreciate our future.

It's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.

Nothin'," Alex says. "We'll talk later, chica. It's not a big deal." "Don't chica me, Alex," his bride snaps. "I think she's gonna deck him," Ben murmurs, amused.

- I don't want you to love me. - Too late, mi chava.