"Please, no," she interrupted, "Don't...say that. Don't fall in love with me."

The words were clear but with enough conviction that Carla wanted. She's been sleeping with you lately, but not exactly dating, much less as a couple. She dates multiple guys, Cristian, Samuel, and then you.

You know that Carla is a manipulative, selfish and hypocritical woman, but she has a soft and vulnerable side that only you know when you are with her. Carla is more open with you than with anyone else and that makes her weak.

You shouldn't be her weakness, but still.

"I don't want to hurt you." She confessed, resting her head on your shoulder, kissing it softly as she puts one leg on top of you. Carla wraps an arm around you, keeping you as close to her as possible: Even if you two are in sheets and without clothes

Carla is not supposed to fall in love with you, or anyone she sleeps with. But it's impossible, more than complicated it's impossible. You are everything she didn't ask for, but what she has wanted for so long.

Carla looks up, her eyes are glassy and yet fucking beautiful. "If you want...you can sleep here tonight, with me." Carla suggested. They are at her home, so there is no problem. She hugs you, tight, clinging to you, while—rarely—leaving kisses on your shoulder, neck, and jaw.

As if Carla didn't want to let you go.