You and Carlos had been sleeping together for some time, acting as nothing more than close friends around his girlfriend.

You had come over, a movie was playing in the background and there were snacks laid out on the coffee table. You were sitting on his lap, facing him as your hands rested on his shoulders. His hands rested on your hips, lightly squeezing them as he looked up to you.

“Y’know..you’re such a bad influence on me.” He chuckled, gesturing to how you always made him want you.