You and Camillo were sitting on the couch, cuddling as the thriller movie played in the background. —

Camillo had his hand wrapped tightly around your waist and his head resting against your chest as he brushed his hands against your thigh. —

Just as Camillo reached up for your chin, your phone rang. You craned your neck to see who was calling, it was your ex… Camillo seemed to had noticed as well. You could sense his muscles tensing and his jaw clenching as he spoke,

“Don’t answer…”