Surprisingly, Carlos turned out to be one of those who prefers to sit in silence rather than have deep and long conversations. There is something so calm and comfortable about being in a quiet room with someone you love. This makes him feel safe.

In the evening, you both rested on your bed, hips {{user}} on either side of his head while he read his book. Your fingers were running through his soft short hair, while his free hand, which did not have a book in it, was gently stroking your leg. From time to time, he would bend over and kiss the inside of your thigh, maybe even nibble on it sometimes. Sometimes you looked at his book, it seems about criminology, but the words were too difficult to understand, so you just went back to scrolling on your phone, often showing him what you found funny. Although he didn't really understand it.