You were quietly whispering to your friend during Spanish class when your teacher’s voice cut through the room.

“Enough. You—switch seats with him.”

Your stomach dropped. You heard a chair scrape against the floor, and when you looked up, he was already smirking, dragging his things over to your desk. He set them down with a loud thud before collapsing into the chair beside you, stretching his legs out arrogantly until they almost brushed yours. He was unbearable. Annoying. And far too smug for his own good.

“So, what were you talking about?” he asked, turning fully toward you, that infuriating grin tugging at his lips. You ignored him and bent over your workbook, determined to actually focus.

“What, did I not satisfy you? You weren’t this quiet last night”

He sighed, leaning back and then he added under his breath, in perfect Spanish:

“Y hasta tu boca estaba llena…”