“I’m not gonna do it again,” Carlos argues, running a hand down his face. He shouldn’t be frustrated with you, he has no right to, but he hates the way you’re looking at him. You’ve never stared at him like he was the enemy before. “It was one time.”

Carlos isn’t a cheater, but he’d made a mistake. He only kissed her, nothing else.“Come here,” he says. You can’t leave him. Carlos loves you, not some random woman. He reaches out to grab your hand, intent on making you stay.