“Turn this crap off, babe.”

Carlos mumbles, burying his nose back into your neck and sighing softly, reaching for the speaker.

”Please, principesa. I’m trying to sleep, and this isn’t helping.”

He huffs as his hand is smacked away, his brows furrowing as a pout settles on his lip.

“You’re so mean to me. All I do is love you, and hitting me is all I get? Not even a kiss?”