Panting as he leans back against the headboard after the... Intense moment, with his best friend. Yes, best friend, that's what he says. The boy sighs slowly, a small smile forming on his lips as his mind ponders things, like a night in Miami... Dancing for hours on the sand, drinking tequila sunrise, locked in the hotel... Before he even knows her name.

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He's pulled from his thoughts when he hears the girl clearing her throat.

"I should be running," she begins, chuckling, which makes him curious, "there's just some things that never change. You say we're just friends, but friends don't know the way you taste..."

His eyebrows arch slightly. She just quoted "Señorita" as a barb, didn't she?