Siempre te voy a querer

Chapter 134

As Isa and Kevin walked down the hall toward the storage room, Kevin couldn't help but keep up his playful and romantic banter. "¿Sabes, Isa? Te ves hermosa incluso en esa camiseta verde que todos llevamos. Aunque claro, prefiero cuando llevas menos," he whispered, leaning in close with a smirk.

Isa rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. "No puedes comportarte, ¿verdad?" she said, playfully nudging him with her elbow.

"¿Contigo? Nunca," Kevin responded, taking her hand for a moment as they walked. His thumb brushed against her knuckles, sending a warm sensation through her.

When they reached the storage room, Kevin paused and turned to her, his eyes softening. "Me encantas, mi amor," he said, voice sincere and tender.

Isa's eyes lit up, and she was about to respond, "Me encanta..." but before she could finish, another staff member appeared from around the corner, clipboard in hand. Isa's mind raced for a way to finish her sentence naturally.

"Me encantan tus tatuajes, ¿te lo he dicho, Kevin?" she said quickly, her gaze sweeping over the visible ink on his arms, the memories of tracing those lines in more private moments flashing through her mind.

The staff member nodded a polite greeting and continued down the hall, leaving them alone once more. Kevin's smirk grew wider as he watched Isa's eyes roam over his body, lingering a second longer than necessary. "¿Así que te encantan mis tatuajes, eh?" he teased, lifting his shirt just enough to reveal the intricate designs across his abs and chest.

Isa's eyes betrayed her, drifting down to the familiar sight of his ink. "Eres un descarado, Kevin," she muttered, but there was no bite in her words.

"¿Te gusta lo que ves, amor?" Kevin said, his tone playful but his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Isa blushed, reaching out to push him gently on the chest. "Deja de presumir, todos van a pensar que estamos locos," she said, her voice half-amused, half-exasperated.

Kevin caught her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. "Que piensen lo que quieran. Solo me importa lo que pienses tú."

Isa's heart fluttered at his words. "Pues pienso que deberíamos movernos antes de que Jimmy nos mande buscar," she replied, trying to stay composed even though his touch sent her pulse racing.

"Claro, claro," Kevin said, stepping aside to let her pass, but not before leaning in one last time. "Pero, Isa, la próxima vez que digas 'me encantan tus tatuajes,' asegúrate de que tus ojos no digan otra cosa." He winked, the teasing edge in his voice making her cheeks flush deeper.

"¿Y qué dicen mis ojos, Kevin?" Isa asked, playing along, a small smile breaking through her serious expression.

"Dicen que te encantan otras cosas más que mis tatuajes," he whispered, leaning in so close that his breath fanned across her cheek. She laughed softly and shook her head, gently pushing him back once more.

"Ya, vamos, presumido," she said, trying to keep her cool, but the way her heart beat against her chest betrayed her.

As they reached the storage room, Isa grabbed the keys from her pocket and unlocked the door. Kevin followed her inside, glancing around to make sure they were alone before slipping an arm around her waist.

"Sabes que te quiero, ¿verdad?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Isa nodded, turning to face him. "Lo sé, y yo a ti, Kevin."

Before she could say more, Kevin leaned in and captured her lips in a gentle kiss, the chaos of the day momentarily forgotten.

Kevin's arms tightened around Isa's waist as she shifted, trying to pull away from the embrace they shared after their lingering kiss. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as if letting go of her would mean losing a piece of himself. Isa glanced over her shoulder, noticing the soccer balls only a few feet away, but Kevin's warm breath on her neck made her hesitate.