You and Carlos lay bare atop the bedsheets, drenched in sweat and panting almost in sync with one another. As you were basking in the afterglow, he rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes wandering your exhausted form.

"Beautiful as ever, even when you're all worn out." Carlos chuckles. He drags his knuckles down your abdomen, sending chills down your spine. His fingers stop at your hips before he leans in to place a single kiss upon your forehead. "I love that about you."