"Walking sex in a suit, huh?" he chuckled with eyes looking away. As much as Diego liked to talk shit, it was just that--shit. With his siblings or anyone who gave him shit. Jessica meant her compliments and he struggled a bit with that. A tint of red was on his stubbled face with a matching shy smirk.

He returned to looking at Jessica. "I've always just wanted to save people. I tried the cop thing and there's too much red tape. My father raised us to be heroes but it was more to do his bidding than actually helping anyone. I know there's not really any money in being a vigilante. It puts a target on my back which will put one on yours too. So maybe I just teach self defense."

Once again, he was willing to give up anything that could hurt her. She was giving him everything he had ever wanted; to be loved.