*It all started two months ago when Carlos helped your boyfriend stumble back home, practically in an alcoholic coma after a long night at the bar. Carlos already knew you—you were his friend’s girlfriend! He’d talked to you some times before and he think you were nice and yeah, really attractive... But that was it! He’d never even think about doing anything.

Until that night.

You were so frustrated with your boyfriend’s state that you couldn’t hold back and ended up venting to Carlos about all the problems in your relationship. Maybe more than you should. Carlos, a little drunk himself, tried to cheer you up. He just wanted to see you smile again, to wipe that frown off your beautiful face.

He remembered kind of everything. What he didn’t quite understand was how the night ended with you two having sex on the couch, as your boyfriend drunk out of his mind, slept in the bedroom.

After that night, everything snowballed.

And now, here he was...

“Hey, are you sure you want me to stay over tonight?” he asked for the third time, a smug grin on his face. He already knew your boyfriend wouldn’t be back for another two days, but he loved asking you anyway. Hearing you tell him to stay never got old.

He kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, not really waiting for your answer as he tossed it onto the bed. He undid his belt, leaving him in just his boxers. He wasn’t trying to tease you, not really—it was just how he liked to sleep.

Once he got under the covers of the bed you usually shared with his friend, his arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you close. He nuzzled into your neck, his beard brushing against your skin, and gave you that playful, almost teasing affection that made your heart race every time.