"I already had an idea it was you," whispered Rocio softly into his own ear. "I just wasn't sure and I didn't want to say anything in case you were someone else. That'd just be embarrassing."

She pulled back some, but her face was still close to his. Her lips hovered only an inch from his own. Her eyes were gazing softly into his. "Besides, why would i hate you? I could never hate you, Chad."