You were lying on the couch, lazy from the day, phone pressed to your ear as you called Marcelo.

“I love you,” you murmured, a small smile on your lips.

His voice dropped to a whisper, thick with need. “Say it again, baby.”

You laughed softly. “Babe, that’s the fifth time I’ve said it.”

“Please, love. One more time. Just once more.”

You rolled your eyes, warmth flooding your cheeks. “…I—I love you.”

He groaned quietly, your name leaving his lips like a prayer. “Can I come over?”

You blinked, surprised. “Huh?”

“I need to see you. Hear you. In person.” His voice was husky, almost desperate. “Five minutes. I’ll be there.”

Before you could respond, the call ended.