Barcelona, ​​Spain, it was night and you were at Lamine's apartment, your best friend, since he was spending the night with you because his parents had gone to some events with his younger brother Keyne. And there you were, in his room with the light off while Lamine laid his head on your lap and your thighs were on his shoulders, the only light that was reflected was that of Lamine's cell phone, which he was watching tiktoks calmly

you decided to stroke his curly hair repeatedly, the boy simply tilted his head at the touch of your hand

— “ I think your hands are very soft.. ”

he murmured with his Spanish accent while he gently caressed your right thigh with one hand