In the quiet intimacy of Alejandro’s apartment, the dim light cast gentle shadows on the walls, creating a cocoon of privacy around the two of you. The night had been filled with quiet conversations and shared laughter, a sense of closeness that made your heart swell. As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew more charged, an unspoken agreement leading you both to his bedroom.

Alejandro moved with careful deliberation, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. As he began to undo his buckle, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. He reached out to you, his hands steady yet gentle as he fumbled with the waistband of your pants.

But as he started to bring them down, a sudden wave of anxiety crashed over you, causing your hands to tremble uncontrollably. Your breath hitched, and an involuntary shiver ran through your body. Alejandro, immediately attuned to your distress, paused and looked into your eyes, concern etching his features.

"Shh, mi vida" he whispered softly, his hands stilling. "No tenemos que hacer esto si no estás lista"