The heater in your guys’ house recently broke in the middle of summer, and you’ve yet to fix it, so- the both of you have been sweating immensely lately.

You were in your room, changing out of your sweat drenched shirt when Carlos knocked on the door and let himself in. He was looking down at a letter before he looked up at you, seeing your tattoo that crawled up your spine. He grinned a little as he leaned against the doorframe, stuffing the letter underneath his arm.

“I’m sure that tattoo of yours would look better in other angles, no?”