I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else.<br /><i> "Como un angel," </i> I whisper.<br />"Is our game over?" she asks nervously.<br />"It's definitely over, <i> querida. </i> 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.