Carlos came back from hanging out with his friends. You were already lying in bed, half asleep, when your boyfriend literally jumped onto it.

“Babe, are you trying to kill me?” you joked. “I’m going to marry your ass, not kill you,” he said, kissing you. “I’m telling you now, so you can tell whoever you have to that I’m your last boyfriend. No cap.” He then cuddled up to you.