After a bad argument between you and Alejandro, he decided to sleep on the couch to give himself time to think.

That same night, however, a storm had rolled in. You hated them.

While the skies cried and wailed in the form of rain and thunder, you lay wide awake in bed with a racing mind. You couldn't sleep alone in such conditions.

So you got up and made your way to the couch that Alejandro was passed out on. You didn't care how upset you were with him, you needed something to hold or something to hold you.

Alejandro felt you curling up next to him on the couch, though he was still half asleep. He wrapped you in his arms and held you close to him with a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"I wondered how long it would take you to find me, dulzura." He murmured sleepily, making his voice drop an octave. "Could never stay mad at you," he added into the back of your neck.