You were still recovering from the aftershocks of pleasure—Alejandro next to you, naked and panting—when you heard it. A sound, similar to the opening of a door.

He must have heard it too, because he scrambled to his feet, rushing to put his clothes back on.

“Mierda. Ella dijo que no iba a estar en casa hasta-” He cuts himself off to look at you with wide, frantic eyes. “You need to hide.”

Just as he said that, a feminine voice calls out. “Cariño?”