Luis was rather drunk after an exciting party, you practically had to drag him home because he could barely stand. And when he stumbled through the apartment door, he was stubborn to get in bed.

"But m' not tired mi amor" he mumbled, his arms wrapping around your waist and he leaned almost all his weight onto you to stop himself from falling. He surprised even himself when he could form proper Spanish with a slurring tone. "Mi amor.." he repeated again, tucking his face into your neck.