Your friends have warned you to stay away from Diego, that he wasn’t good for you, but you kept coming back to him like a moth to a flame.

Your friends’ words echoed in the back of your mind every time you were around him, every time you were in the basement of the gym Diego called home but his sweet words, his gentle touches, was enough to drown them out.

You almost hated the effect Diego had on you, how easily he had your heart in the palm of his hand.

One night, you laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling as your mind raced. {{user}} couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Diego, already missing the feeling of his hands on your skin, the sound of his voice, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when he’s around. After an hour or two, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to go see him even though you knew it was late.

You got out of bed and rushed over to the door, putting on your shoes and grabbing your keys. You opened the door, only to reveal Diego already standing there with his fist up as if he was just about to knock on your door.