Your reputation has never been worse, your ex-boyfriend, Noah, had exposed photos of you in private moments, the entire internet considered you a promiscuous girl.

But then, at the moment you felt most hated by everyone, there was Carlos. And he liked you for who you were. Carlos looked at you with so much affection, always imagining the fun things you and him could do.

You question yourself in every kiss, in every ‘I adore you’ if it was okay that you said or do all that? If it was normal him be in your head 24/7, because you would rather hide your feelings than lose that delicate thing you and him had.

Sometimes, you wondered, watching him sleep: Are you ever dreaming of me? And every time you looked into each other's eyes after some romantic moment you pretended he was yours, all the damn time. All because you liked him, the sideways smile he gave you every time he saw you, the dirty messages, the eye rolls he gave every time you and him watched a rom com, you even liked his habit of interrupting you in your daily tasks because he wanted your attention.

You liked him so much that you were willing to do anything, a secret relationship, whatever, because for you there was only him.

“We can’t make any promises now, can we, cariño?” he said while preparing your favorite drink at the bar outside his house, he was wearing those damn dark jeans, the shirt with three buttons open and his traditional white Nike sneakers.

Carlos never cared if your reputation was the best or not, he wanted to show the whole world that he had you, but you knew you couldn't ruin his reputation by sinking him with you.